I’d like to believe I’d remember your face if I saw you again
And the curves of your body
And the taste of your kiss
But so much time has passed now
That your fingertips are just a ghost on my skin
Your body an image shrouded in fog
Do you still think of me on the balcony that cold, fall night?
The mist of the ocean spraying up to meet us
Your hands tangled in my hair
Breath warm on my neck
The sun coming up too fast
And the door closing
The simple note left on my nightstand
Do you remember?
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