Falling Up

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Every single time someone gets a little too close or skin brushes against mine, I take a moment before I turn to examine who has invaded my space. For that moment though, all that seems to run through my busy mind is 'God I hope it's you.'

I hope it's you darling. Every single time, my mind silences and I pray to God that it's you who has decided to gain just a moment of my time.

But it hardly ever is. You are almost always in another's presence and I don't know how to erase that image from my mind.

Hands trailing in just the same places mine would, but now it's his skin rather than mine. His voice saying all those things I used to, and his eyes raking over the same places mine did.

But there is nothing I can do, love. I can't do anything. I have to let his body replace mine and his presence take mine from you.

I always wish for it to be you, for you to be choosing me over him for just a moment.

But it hardly ever is, isn't it?