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I Remember Her Touch

her kind gaze and warm smile.
the way she gleamed and held her head high.
she left her hand in mine
confident that the world wouldn’t mind
when we went out to dine.
that time is now behind.

i remember my nickname.
she’d laugh at my sneer, knowing I’d go insane.
she’d pick on me when no one looked,
only to make that face I’d hate to imitate.
our kiss, she’d initiate.
long, tender, nuzzle free meal I’d gleefully partake.
alas, that time is in my wake.

i remember our goodbyes.
her sad scream and dark eyes.
long texts and fake fights.
stakes were high.
i still hear echoes of her curses in the middle of the night.

the black hole in my soul, sucking, had never seemed so bright.

if this was wrong, why does it seem so right?
why are my smiles now so light?
why does my future, suddenly feel more bright?

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Cameroonian writer and video creator. Featured in LEVEL and P.S. I Love You. I write about building relationships and personal transformation.

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