I see him the same
but I know he is not.
His touch doesn’t burn
like a fire
dancing to taunt
a naïve moth.
His kiss doesn’t
linger
for me to taste the
sweetness
of a deeper caress
I’ve longed to know.
His eyes no longer
call me to his
sanctuary –
nor to any place
safe and warm.
So, you see,
I see him the same.
He does look the
same. but I
know
he is not.
He is not my love.
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