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Beachcombing
Lately I can’t go anywhere without first thinking of you. There’s not a thing here that we haven’t experienced together.
I run around picking up pieces. Grabbing and placing in my pockets, quickly before the tide carries them away.
Lately I’ve been thinking about your smell and the texture of your skin. Sweet and Salty. Soft and Smooth. I would give anything to feel it again.
For now I keep my hands in my pockets. Tiny pockets filled with memories. Big and Small. Sweet and Salty. Soft and Smooth.
I run around picking up pieces. Grabbing and placing in my pockets, quickly before the tide carries them away.
Lately I’ve been thinking about your smell and the texture of your skin. Sweet and Salty. Soft and Smooth. I would give anything to feel it again.
For now I keep my hands in my pockets. Tiny pockets filled with memories. Big and Small. Sweet and Salty. Soft and Smooth.
Published 29th Mar 2021
Author's Note
Things aren’t getting any easier when everything reminds of him. Maybe I should just move.
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29th Mar 2021 4:23am
29th Mar 2021 8:12pm
The way you open creates an immediate interest and intimate connection with the reader, flowing into details that lend a visual dimension to the monologue, this is skillfully and soulfully rendered. 💖🙏
