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He was the best of me.
Healing parts of me with every laugh.
While he slept, I thought about all my missteps.
The lack of faith that forged me into the dark.
The trust in lust that brought nothing but pain.
I laid next to him, confessing all my sins with a kiss.
I apologized for being impatient with the rhythm of my hips.
With my legs wrapped around his waist, I promised forever. And gave him my soul as I wished for his last name.
Now my eyes find him in every room.
My hand reaches out, hoping he will reach back.
My love turned into a sour longing that causes a frail hand.
I repeat every word, every silent moment.
Maybe I’ll then understand why now I’m so starved of love.
In my dreams, he’s so imperfect.
I can’t get his touch right.
But when he leaves, my mind seems to follow every step by design.
To be loved by him was a privilege,
but I bargain with God.
Asking to please let me forget him or let me wake with him next to me.
I may love him forever.
How inconvenient.
Asia~Blue
A Letter for the broken-hearted
25th January 2023
West Village, New York
Wishful Thinking 
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