over and over
again
as if he was
trying to keep
the memory
of its softness
in his fingertips
as if he was
trying to keep
the memory
of his touch
in her thoughts
as if he was
trying to underline
each good time
each strong feeling
each unspoken vow
with a wave of his hand
sometimes
magic happens
with a flick
of a wrist
would this
sleight of hand
bewitch her heart
into believing
what distance could
erase in a day?
(way)
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