A ways away
I run through
Catching your scent trailing
Through the atmosphere
So faint it tickles
I call out
Pleading for recognition from
You never did look back
To me in fond memory
I reach
And am left empty, nothing
Recalled to you or me.
I wonder if
You will ever see the yearning
From this invisible touch, if
This has never been
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