Insensitive

Your skin against

mine, the way you

held my hand,

how you wrap

your arm around my

shoulder, those

stares that made my

knees crumble,

the tickles,

the soft pinches,

how you pulled

me closer to you.

Until the real world

slapped us hard.

You and I, will never be

us.

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