Why I Never Said Goodbye

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Warm.

Wet and warm.

In and out.

Out and in.

Panting hard like running a marathon,

trying to hit that finish line.

She was calling my name

and in my heart, I called hers.

Our hands interlocked,

fingers hugging.

In and out.

Out and in.

Running harder and faster

till I hit that finish line.

And once I did,

she yelled for me so loudly.

I came quick and strong.

I saw her face in bliss.

I knew

I had conquered,

but only her body-

not her heart.