Touch me without using your hands,
so that seven months down the line
when you're gone and I've
found myself alone in a dark room,
when the walls are spinning and
every sound is eching in your voice,
I'll know in my bones it
wasn't all in vain.
I crave to know why you chose me
while our time together was
sand slipping from fingers
that once only fit the other's.
Did I teach you the ways of
my twisted world
while you read tales of wanderlust
in your lesson books?
We are a stopwatch in a silent scene,
each passing tick matching
the intensity of our heartbeat
for one another.
The end result is undeniably clear,
but the electricity when you're near...
Well, it's unresistible, my dear.
Touch me without using your hands
so when our time has run out,
I'll know in my bones
it wasn't all in vain.
About the Creator
Caitlin Reid
When in doubt, write it out.
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