a__pott

Give me more time

Each time I talk to you, I miss you more. 

And I realize each time

That we are fleeting.

Suddenly unconditional and continuous is deficiente.

And now vacillation and fear build.

I should have kissed you longer.

I should have noticed your hand on my waist sooner.

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