the one who has trouble believing

yes, i know it's hard to believe

that was those 

hands, the ones

that caressed your skin

the ones that caused

mountains of goosebumps to arise

on the oh-so-familiar

dips and curves of the

body he has memorized.

they were the same pair that

danced across the handle

of the door, performing

a recital of leaving 

across the atmosphere 

you two once shared.

they were the ones that 

ignored the gentle pleas 

that escaped from your bitten tongue

but chose to close the 

door anyways, forming you

into a mere afterthought. 






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