The feel so real
The fine powder of you covering me
dust in the wind
nerve endings fire up with the scent..
familiar connective tissues back to life
the debri of we falling back into a stable arrangement of lifelong hopes & dreams..
Yet the dusting of you never settles
as the gust blows through me
A cold blast of wind rips through my heart
pulling you from me
as I clutch on to the remnants of what was..
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