I was inches closer to forgetting how much I missed you.
Well, letting go of the thought of missing you, at the very least.
Its been days since your last fingerprints faded off my skin.
Yet, your footsteps keep leaving a mark
as the story of our last goodbye is retold in my mind,
over and over.
I’ve always been a fein,
always craved your touch.
I thought,
that maybe i could built up a tolerance,
and get used to the distance the further it got.
But your presence subdues any high.
And being my deepest inhale, I cant bear to simply exhale you out.
And i’ve tried,
But it doesn’t work when you keep leaving me astray of your presence,
and commend me to continue craving more at every break of dawn.
Besides, your kisses only last so long,
when they’re far gone every morning.
I was inches closer to to blurring the constant notice of your absence,
Inches closer to being detached from your withdrawal
and inches closer to numbing the thought of missing you.
Except,
I’m thousands of miles away and consequently, inches subside into centimeters
And to be honest, in the end,
being centimeters closer to letting go
might even be to soon
and my bodies not ready
to stop missing you.
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