Just last week, when we drove downtown to get some iced coffee because the weather outside was suffocating,
you let me hold your hand for the first time in a long time
and I didn't tell you, but the minute our hands
connected and your warmth spread all the way up to my elbow,
I started crying tears of pure joy.- I miss your touch.

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