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Slipping Through My Fingertips - Noor Refaqat

a sweet autumn breeze envelopes me

and carries me gently towards the sea.

my journey is bumpy, yet pleasant

and i am anxious for what is awaiting me.

in a few short seconds,

my voyage is over

and i see you on the beach.

your short, chestnut hair obscures your face

but i can see you as clear as day.

the salty taste of the sea greets me

when i try to call your name.

you see me

i know you see me.

i want nothing more

than to hold you in my arms like i did before.

my feet feel stuck in the sand

and my heart sinks deeper still.

yet i lumber on past all of this

to you.

i’m closer to you now

i can see the soft wrinkles under your eyes

i can smell the perfume you wore when i last saw you.

your earrings dangle tauntingly within my reach.

you see me, i’m sure of it.

waves are crashing behind us

and the gulls begin to cry and circle above us.

but my senses are blocked from anything besides you

you, you are my everything.

our faces are inches away now

and the tears stream freely down my face.

you look at me now

for the first time in months

and i’m not sure what you see.

i reach out to you, my hand shaking gently

and i grab your shoulders.

but as soon as our skin meets, you fade away.

you slip through my fingertips once again

and this time, i am truly alone.

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