She is fading
I catch myself daydreaming about her
And a smile flashes across my face
I crave the stare of her rusted red brown eyes
The beautiful kind that you can easily lose yourself in
I miss the feel of her syruped caramel skin
And I want to touch her again
To run my fingers along the small of her back
To feel her warm skin beneath my own
I enjoy the way her hair looks when it has been tussled
by my rough hands
I even laugh now as I envision her fighting to smooth it
back to normal
Knowing full well that I will only mess it up again
My heart races
I can see her flashing that perfect crooked smile
Asking me
“What do you want?”
She is my escape
My today
There is no promised tomorrow
And I am comfortable with that
For now
Robert Lloyd
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