I scribble your name on envelopes
wondering if you understand this
stirring beneath my skirt
head open and throbbing
I don’t miss you like I should
I think too much time has passed
too many words
not enough said
love still lives hear?
wisps of wind-swept memories
a tornado of bottled emotions threatening
us both if only
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