The kiss I did not give you waits impatiently on my lips
and there on my arm
the steel outline of your hand
reaches out the hundreds of miles between us and holds me fast.
All the words we spoke circle my pillow
as I lie restless in my bed at night
Longing dripping off my body like a fevered sweat.
Waking
I shuffle the papers on my desk
and hold them up to the light
only to find your name is on them all like a watermark.
No one ever played this game and won
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