Does this infatuation come from the heart or the mind?
It's hard to say.
The absence of your presence inflicting a dull gentle pain.
You speak to me in my dreams, words which blur when I awake.
The touch of your hands ingrained in my memory.
Soft skin, covered in colour and shapes.
Am I in your thoughts, as you are in mine?
The fear that our connection has been left behind.
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