Memories Are Cruel Things

i miss you in a way that burns the inside of my eyelids
whenever i close them
because i see your face in the darkness
its comfort is haunting
because the you i see
is not real
and i miss you in a way
that claws at my skin because
i feel your heat in your absence
the way your hands intertwined in mind
so simply
the way our bodies pressed together so easily
the way your heat
compensated for my coolness
i miss you in a way that eats at my words
because my sentences feel incomplete without
your thoughts
and everything is unfinished
as i unravel at the thought of you
and i miss you most
because i do not yet know you
and i fear not meeting you
and fear and longing are such close friends
they hold my hands as i wander into
sleepless nights
and tired days

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