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Not alone

Someday you won’t remember any of this.
Someday, your body will have forgotten
        his novel touch,
        how it felt
to have his arms wrapped around you
	like a safety belt,
his lips on your skin,
his hand in yours, or what you talked about.
A waft of his after-shave won’t make you
turn your head in excitement
anymore.
There will be no trace left of
	your steps next to his on a beach
	at nightfall.
The unrelenting ocean will have wiped the shore clean.
Someday, you won’t remember anything except
	you did not walk alone.

And that will be everything.

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