Friday, August 11, 2017
I sit in the window seat
And see your face reflected
In the glass next to mine,
Though you are not there,
Just a memory of a moment
When I could feel as well as see you,
The soft touch that lingers against me
Like the finger prints I leave on the glass,
Where my fingers went, and lip
Where my mind went,
Pushing through all imagined obstacles
To touch you in places
I cannot otherwise reach,
You, now, a reflection,
A feeling of touch on flesh
A kiss I want, but could not get,
Lingering over the thought of it
Aw we take this ride together,
Me and your reflection
Mile after precious mile
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