Forsaking

You’re a lost dream fleating with hope. My fingertops can never catch, my undernails bleed you.
I find myself in strength in this loss of sensitivity, but my handpalms still fleet to grasp hold of you.
Whenever I turn you have been around, wherever I look you have ever stood.
Like the light in your dreams I hope you remember me by this; that I still don’t ever blink without thinking about you.

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