Nightly Musings

in times when 
back aches due to 
a sedentary musing
you remember 
nothing 
but him:
his touches
his kisses
his caresses
skin to skin,
and then you realize
that you are just
a poor, deserted soul
alone
cherishing a lost memoir
imagining the love long since past
and kissing the ghost of love long lost.
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