Literature
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When I miss you I breathe slowly fill my small chest like I am the bellows in your six-foot frame, call to mind the length of your breaths when you sleep.
When night falls, we'll slip away and take it slow in the dark.
I sit up at two in the morning, trying to catch up to the feeling of your lips on my neck as the dream slips quietly out the door like a one-night stand.
When rain falls, we'll slake our thirsts in the grass.
The crook in your smile, the dark spray of your eyelashes, the rough calluses of your palms are indelible on my mind, but my skin forgets you more every day, and mourns.
When the summer ends, w