If I could handle the this temperature,
I would be outside enjoying it.
Not sheltered, hiding behind the beauty of
What we can grow to be.
But I am afraid,
Assuming my past will come
Back to haunt me, instead of taking a chance.
I’m acting like I never met you,
Pretending the dust I blew your way wasn’t
So hard for me to do.
Even know as I’m trembling,
Wiping away my own tears; missing you.
I can’t forget you, I still smell you.
It’s a strange eclipse I’m witnessing.
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