the rwandan statue
of a mother and child
still stands tall on my dresser
faint traces of perfume
still reside on the envelopes
that bear your delectable script
and i cant help but
think about that tenderness
i used to kiss below your ear
at the curve of your neck
every time i put this tim horton's mug
to my lips
i'm left with memories
still warm as the space
between my arms
that you no longer fill
and each time that steam rises
your kiss
stretches across my skin
maybe once again
it will stretch across time
regret and distance
when happiness was yours and mine.
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