f.

but

I liked being loved by you

Even when you weren’t supposed to

I think I felt it when you dreamed of me

And your touch became my touch

the simple act of remembering is crowding me

I had your head on my lap

Your hands on my heart

This fireplace. These walls. These paintings. These books of poetry

I am in your past now

you have no future

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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