Out of the corner of my eye
I see you standing there
hair moving with the breeze
some stickiness from your last
snack on your soft cheeks
wafting across from there to here
I smell your oatmeal
and brown sugar scent
I can almost catch
the sound of your
breath,
light and even
I reach out
to pull you close
and I find
my arms embracing
emptiness
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