I shall never understand those couples who sit at restaurant tables for hours in silence, looking at each other in a bored vacuum. Relieved when the food arrives, as they have something to keep their mouths busy. Not to mention those who stand cross-armed and sad-faced at gigs, staring at the crowed, looking for entertainment.Yes, it is probably the envy talking.
He is many nautical miles away. I am so entrenched in this single loneliness, I have almost forgotten his face.
But isn't that always the case? The difficulty to picture the exact features of the ones we love. And of cats. The details of their snout never quite manage to anchor in my memory.
What is left, what I keep going back to, is the footprint of a sensation. Of his hands on my cheeks when he kisses. Of the shrug in his shoulders when he walks away.
Then it all dissolves to the sound of the alarm clock early in the morning. And there is no time left for nonsense.
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