Cool breeze

It lingers there,

in the back of my mind,

like a cool breeze

that bites at the tips of my fingers.

It lingers there,

between my skull and sinew

this dense silent space

that creeps into my cranium and tenses every muscle.

The space between memory and now,

it is too thick,

too tired.

All I remember,

all I feel now

are the tears falling upon your bed sheets.

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