Different

i wish things were different.

maybe then i could sleep at night,

if i was tangled in your arms,

my face buried in your neck,

the scent of you tattooed onto my skin.

i wish things were different.

maybe then i wouldn't rely on lost memories of you

to keep me afloat.

maybe music would heal my heart again,

just as your hand could ease the aching loneliness

in my soul.

i wish things were different,

because maybe then i wouldn't have to write this poem

that you will never read.

maybe you would be here next to me.

but things are not different,

and we have fallen apart.

and you are unreachable

and different that my memory suggests.

The End

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