pink hand is leaning against a green and yellow door frame.

Seconds after

I miss the rain that falls on your shoulder.

The brief warmth that comes

Seconds after you laugh.

I miss the moments we spend by the doorway,

Your knowing smile

Softens as I’m stalling time.

And I miss your promise of forever

The brief ache that comes,

Seconds after you turn away.

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