How many time did you hold me?

I wake up and savor each drops of the taste you left…and then I open my eyes and my hands are dry as my mouth.

The day passes in a lost memory of a specter. The ghost of your caress.

I have followed the lines of your visage every time the light reaches it. I have relish in it, smile at all the mishaps and the beauty. I have felt my lips on it for one brief instant and let it drown into the contrived block of your fears. I am scared because I feel them as they were mine and sometimes I think I forget what love is or just I only wish I did.

You give generously and I hope I am learning how to take all these gifts with all the grace I can naturally exude.

I keep my head high for now, for you for us.

And count how many times you have held me.

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