Past Present Past

Your name comes up and there opens a floodgate of nameless tingles and sensations that best remain unexplored.
Endless possibilities, uncharted territories, all lost kinks in the road that a bee, an ant, and I could have chosen.
I moan into the folds of my blankets, ridding myself of unsaid complications before they arise with the shape of your name on my screen.
But, nevertheless, I freeze and hold my breath to feel my heartbeat jump up to my throat daydreaming,
I miss the idea of you, I do. Although the person of you was long lost, long gone with childhood memories of me watching cartoons and popping whole tiny chocolate cubes into my mouth.
Melting sweetness of your skin against mine in the hot May headiness.
But no, that’s all pretend, probably, I don’t really know.

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