We could’ve been king and queen, but the storm caught me first.

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Me, wrapped around your gentle touch

and cuddled with your blissfully sweet bouquet.

Us, feeding each other with kisses.

You swept me off my feet.

I was falling — almost blindly, hoping you’d catch me.

But you didn’t.

You weren’t there, were you?

Where did you go?

Was I solely imagining it all?


If we never happened, if “us” were simply a passing cloud,

then why am I still caught up in your storm?

Why is the last thing I see every night before I close my eyes is you?

Why do I miss you like this?





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