I lie here on this broken piano bench, thinking of the way you laughed, the way you smelled, the way you tasted, and the way you kissed. So graceful, yet so unsteady, how gentle, but how rough. As I lie here thinking of you, I realize you’re not far away. As I get in the car to come visit, I remembered how long it’s been. It’s only been a month,
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