Hard To Grasp

I’m not sure you ever loved me

Or even liked me very much

Perhaps that’s the root

Of all this pain

The lack of human touch

Struck

All
my
life

I’ve
waited
for this

The
feeling
of certainty

That
thunderbolt
kiss

Deprived

I
honestly
don’t
remember

When
I last
felt
human
touch

And
as
time
goes
on

I’ve
started
to
feel

That
I actually
don’t
mind
too
much

An Illicit Kiss

I can’t
think of
anything
more
exciting

Than
sitting
under
subdued
lighting

With
your
lips
pressed
to mine

That
feeling
divine

Now,
doesn’t
that
sound
inviting?

Your Shirt

I still have it.

Your shirt.

I can feel it.

I can smell it.

I just wish you were still here.

Wearing it.

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