confused senses

i can still hear your smooth skin
stroked along rough fingertips.
like smudged, erased, but never
blank. ever ready to haunt

the back of my eyelids, when
echoes of your silhouette
come into frame – like a white
angel; lost in my limbo.

barely recognising, the
things beyond my eyes.

thunderous whisper
echo your soft voice –
hard words cut; remind
me of tender times.

socially absurd,
emotionally –
deterred. crawling childs
stroll the other world;

journeyed(ing) in another
dimension;
seretonin comprehension.

where our phones were kept,
touches except, holding
hands all over.
wondering,
wandering,
choosing,
chosen,
losing,
lost
and found.

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