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Fingers caressed my face grown full-cheeked with costly

compliments.

You told me you would always remember this room 

and bring my image to the forefront no matter the space

and time.

I held my breath because it was yours too.

We weren't young or brand new at this;

you were in love with love long lost.

I trembled beneath your touch and still more at its awful 

absence.

When we ached it was always together.

I possessed you but you were not my possession.

Rugged, raw, rough; a lover I could lose,

I kept trying to keep a piece of you.

Never enough until it's over and I can't escape.

No saving soul; you only gave,

while I was irritable, impatient, reckless and unready.

How I cared, but never asked anything of you;

just wanted to be free and yours,

supported by you, uplifted, elevated above the mundane.

You were so high but you couldn't pull me up too.

Down in dreary depths I gazed upon you like the glittering 

sun;

at once necessary, but unattainable.

You chose each time to shine.

When you were gone I waited in darkness;

certain to survive but not sure I wanted to.

What is survival without the sun to strengthen and soothe?

Would I sink back down to the commonplace?

Would anything else ever be enough?

I don't ask you these questions, merely the cold air;

any answer would be arbitrary,

just to bask in you while you abound 

and remember you when you're gone.