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Touch Me

To the one that got away.

By Caitlin ReidPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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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.

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Caitlin Reid

When in doubt, write it out.

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