it felt like this
soft patches of string
knitted together
a pair of mittens
that go on your hand perfectly
it fits just rightand that is how it feels
to feel you again
not a friend of mine, no
not my lover
but my sadnessthe moment I feel you
it feels so natural
to slip you on
like a pair of gloves
in the harsh winter
and it takes all of me
to pull you off again-you are so cold yet you always know how to keep me warm
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Monachopsis
RandomTales from the observer-perspectives from everywhere except from the place where I belong.