Really trying 

I miss the smell of your skin

After sunset walks on hot summers

Holding your hand in February

Watching the waves crash
I miss the smell your your hair

Your lips on mine

Your gaze so empty and far

Can you possibly be thinking of me? 
You have changed

the dust never settles from where we stand

Like dancing without gravity 

Like water from the rivers
You have changed

Far from me

Not with me

Never mine

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