Missing 11

I want it to be you
Every face in the crowd
Every smile sent my way
Every gaze resting on me
I wish it was you.
Whenever I’m touched
Whenever I’m wanted
I ache for you
touching me and wanting me.
I miss your sighs
I move to the ghost of your heartbeat.
All those others
so rich and varied
different and precious:
they should have been you.

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