Thursday, March 24, 2022

The edge of your shadow.

Every time I get overwhelming thoughts of you, I wonder if you’re thinking of me too. In the past, the stronger the thoughts, the more likely you’d reach out for me. I want to hear your voice thousands of miles away calling to me again… I want to feel my face in the crook of your neck fitting like the missing piece of you. I want your hands cool and rough just under the edge of my shirt holding onto me for dear life. Don’t let me go again, please don’t let go…

Your brother is the only lifeline I have to you and I fit you into his blurbs and photos like a shadow just out of view. I know you’re there somewhere if I look hard enough. 

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