I’ve spent a lot of time trying to fit into the curve of a man’s neck the way I fit into yours…they’ve been too short and too tall. Their cheeks too rough or too soft. Their shoulder’s too broad or too narrow. My arms can’t erase the way they melded into yours. My hands read their backs like braille and the story never goes the way it’s supposed to. The rhythm of their heart does not cross diagonally to mine and beat out the same cadence. I close my eyes and the world is still there. Time still marches on and I am fully aware that they are not you and I am still me without you.
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