I miss you.

(Source noctrem)

"...I remember

how seeing the shape of your mouth

that first time, I kept staring

until my blood turned to rain.

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Missing someone is like hearing

a name sung quietly from somewhere

behind you. Even after you know

no one is there, you keep looking back

until on a silver afternoon like this

you find yourself breathing just enough

to make a small dent in the air.

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...sometimes I miss you

the way someone drowning

remembers the air.

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none of them really understands

what the clock is always teaching

about the way things disappear."

Из "Slow Dance" на Tim Seibles