i wish

i could look at you

and forget all of the

eyes (brown, blue, grey)

i’ve seen before

could feel your

hands (cold, hot, dry)

nervously wandering

without imagining you tracing outlines

I thought disappeared long ago

could taste your

lips (thick, thin, wet)

and still believe that

love is real

as I close my

eyes (tired, young, old)

and try to remember

how to

wish

again

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