A Distant Memory

February 10, 2016

A distant face in the night.

A sweet smell of ivory.

The world seems so still.

Everyone around us disappears.

I can still feel it,

Your touch.

I can still feel your bodies embrace as you hold me.

But now,

Everyone is around.

The world is no longer still.

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