Thinking of Her

I know that I will see her again and it will be

Soon but it’s not soon enough when gone

Is too long.

When gone might as well be

Death.

But, the fantasy flies like new year’s confetti

No I don’t mean death like “dead”…no

Like away and no feelings and no…

Her

I felt her skin, under

Searching fingertips, under

The pretense of brushing away a snow flake

Under

Her spell, her gaze, her

Skin

I know that I will see her again and it will be

Soon and it will be

Like everything all over

Like every time; the same

All over

Me

Standing  on the curb looking into endless eyes

Looking at tomorrow

I felt her skin

And I felt

Alive

No fantasy flying, no

Pretense

I am thinking I know

I will see her again

I am thinking

Of her.

I am smiling.

I am,

Finally .

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