Sweet misery,
I still can taste
the early morning hours
in the dark.
Do you remember?
My hair fanned out
on your pillow
(is it getting clearer?),
your frightened eyes hypnotizing,
seducing, daring me
to kiss you again.
Outside, the rain poured
like angel's tears,
mourning the loss
of another good soul.
I imagined it would feel
like a stranger's fingertips
roaming on my skin.
Yet your all-too familiar
hands are the only thing
I know, and they will
never let me go.

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