Did you miss me? 

The past becomes a murky mess 

When time and distance sweeps through 

The promise of passion 

Lures more than love could 

The echo of hand to flesh rings true 

And what I thought I needed 

Reduces down to simple things 

You relearning the contours of me. 


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