I've said these words before.
And my fingers have dug into my sides like this before.
I've felt these feelings that I feel right now.
We could have been "suspended like spirits."
I would watch the red lights change to green then yellow then back to red reflected on your face.
You could watch the color flush from mine as your fingers leave mine alone.
You could watch the color bleed from my life as you leave me alone.
Do you remember the way my calloused fingertips felt against your face?
Because I remember the way you felt against them.
And do you remember the way you told me you loved me at the top of my stairs?
Because I remember dreaming of throwing myself down them when you told me that feeling had disappeared.
How could you let me go?
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