It's always worse when you first leave--
Your scent, memories of flesh
On me like blankets
Enveloping me in the sadness of your absence.
Face aches from contortion,
More smiles than the weeks before.
I want to creep my head in the nape of your neck,
Curled up like a small child in
The arms of their protector.
Arms wrapped around stomachs
Flesh bare, legs entwined--
Feeling every twitch and stir.
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