Separation from you cured nothing
From 12,000 miles you still controlled
The rate of my breath and the beats of my heart.
The days that had passed were 745
But you held me like not a second
Had passed from us.
I have no memory of the meal we ate
I only remember the color of your eyes,
The shape of your mouth.
The only words that I heard were
'I've missed you, ' and 'I want you.'
The gifts with which you showered me
Convinced me that the claim that you
Thought of me every day
Since the day I had asked you not to return,
Was truth.
And although I appreciate each token
That you laid in my hands,
Nothing compared to being
Inside of your arms, outside of my dreams.
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