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Just a Touch

photo cred: Marija Zaric

 

Here’s the real deal

I don’t miss you

I don’t miss being cheated on, lied to, or dropped like a piece of junk mail

What I do miss is the physical connection, when it rains, snows, hails or the sun is

shining

On cloudy days or blue skies

That fiery touch that drove my body wild

I miss the idea of what you could have been

But let’s be clear

I…. don’t…miss…you.