I’m scared of what
will happen
when I can’t feel the
aching
bruising of my lips.
When my hips
don’t whisper your
name
each step I take.
When I don’t
automatically
feel your ghost
as I close my eyes.
I don’t want to
forget
Something this
excruciatingly
exquisite.
I don’t want the
proof that it was all
real
to fade into the
nothingness of nights
long gone.
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