Touches so fragile.
Hardly seem to be there.
Yet were.
In some time floating,
Between dreams and reality.
How is it that you seem so far,
When you're with me as I sleep?
How is it that you go away,
When my eyes open so.
When the day seems to only begin,
You remind me of your presence.
In ways I could never imagine,
In things as unimportant as folding clothes.
Perhaps when I'm doing an ordinary task,
Your scent lingers in the air.
As I travel through the days,
You accompany me through silence.
And I hug myself to sleep,
Dreaming that dream again.
Touches so fragile.
Hardly seem to be there.
Yet were.
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