Cycles

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I still smell you in my sheets.
I still see your arm intertwined with mine..
Lying comfortably as if we
Weren’t living in an alternate reality.

The sun rose
&swallowed our secrets whole..
You were gone.
&eventually, I was too.
It seems that’s a side effect of love;
A piece of you will never actually belong
To you again.

Ironically, no piece of you
Could ever belong to me.

Yet, I await
Your torturous return.
So I could feel those arms..
Smell your skin.
&Relive my sordid tragedy.

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