Sauvage

Lying on the bed, 

Breathing in the scent that my memory has fabricated to associate with you,

Trying to reify your presence and existence.

Lying on the bed, 

Smothering my face with the one thing that has touched your skin; the one thing that has sucked in your breaths,

Hoping I could be inspired to articulate a piece that is worthy of the emotions that I hold for you. 

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