Its been a while
since Ive felt those
last.
They were different,
as if I grew up and am
now fifteen years older and
you had grey hair and a beard.
A beard- but softer. Like feathers adorning
your sparkling face.
Kiss,
floated like moth wings,
fluttering around those musty moth
balls and grandma
sweaters with cute little
snow men I call lips.
They were different,
yet I knew it was you behind
those soft folds of skin.
It was you.
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