Back Again

[Blue and green glowstyx]

Your had touches my back
like a million times before.
But now,
it is unfamiliar,
unwanted.
Once the center of my heart
now forgotten,
lost.
Perfect friends gone wrong,
faded away,
glimmer lost.
So why does your hand rest
upon my skin?
You lay up in bed with her now....
so why does my back feel the warmth of your
touch?
Is this an attempt at reconciliation...
without words,
with out having to answer
to the past,
without haveing to deal with what was done?
Afraid of not being forgiven.
Scared to death
of the reflection of how
you treated me.
So you rest your hand on my back,
to say your sorry...
To ask forgiveness..
to let me know that you remember..
and that deep down,
you miss being perfect friends.
But for now,
the words will be left
unspoken,
and I will just know.
I always have known.
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" by my estimation, I'm a drifter destination unknown "