beneath the coolness of the sheets,
your presence remains alive
with your scent pressed firmly upon my skin
and a mind projecting reoccurring movies of
hands tracing one woman’s curves,
and lips which follow closely behind
in a play of delicate unison;
one memory etched forever within a mind
how long to remain in agony?
awaiting your return
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