| My own heart flames when you run full strength
and aches with loss when you are watered down (I never know when you are near: You come and go without leaving the room). I long to clutch you close at my side and pretend not to notice that you do not notice. I am pierced by your indifference and must sometime scream to find release. Still I follow and relish the scent of your presence hanging in the air. Not much. Nearly enough. Your scent and your casual absence is all I know for certain I will ever hold.
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