Sometimes I wish you inch closer

02Nov09

lelove

How can I stand here in the hours of quick showers and heavy storms, and not think of you? Is it even possible that you would not cross my mind when I am lain with fatigue after a bad night and a long day? I had a dream that you were right beside, but when I awoke, all I had was your sweater on and a faint memory of your perfume x nicotine smell close.
It’s powerful, memory that is. For the feeling of love and loss floats across the linear borders and shifts forward back, threading across the thin line between the love and the false needing.

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