it burns with ease,
floating away with the wind.
But electronically ...
you can trace me
replace me,
and never have to face me.
You've forgotten ...
What it feels like to be human.
I prefer your voice -
a sound I can identify
The way that blue reminds you of the sky.
As we walk hand and hand,
and the earth between barefoot toes in the sand
Arms wrapped beneath mine-
we peered over the balcony
watching the sun set on the distant horizon.
But those memories, have faded...
Your perception of love is simply - jaded.
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