#50

I think about you during sleepless nights when the ghost crawls up beside me and pulls at my frayed thoughts like a blanket on a cold night.

On other days I notice my breathing become peaceful and want someone to share my glances, my eyes clear and without fear inviting you to look into me.  When you can see my soul; you can touch me inside and I won’t flinch.

But now I’m within myself and not without you.

Whatever desire I had left is a sacrifice that I make to protect my soul from your cold.

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