the days in between
the days I see you
are the days
when I lose my nerve.
every hour passes
every week passes
and I can't remember the touch of your hand
I can't remember the curve of your cheek
or the set of your jaw
And I
can't
remember the blue of your eyes
or the warmth of your skin
and the moment passes
and I pass by you
and
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