Alone Again

Three years, you held me close.

I used to listen to your heart beating

with a sense of wonder.

You kept me safe, warm, and I thought

I was loved.

Wanted.

Then conversations slipped into silence

and I love you’s

became bitter goodbyes.

There is a perpetual sadness in forgetting what you taste like.

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