I could feel you slipping
(I can always feel them slipping)
Away from me.
It was slow and silent,
the way you faded.
You dropped my hand,
(for it was too calloused)
And dropped my heart
(for it was too heavy)
You kissed my cheek,
and not my lips.
The night before you left,
I engraved my memory into your skin
with my fingernails.
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this is very nice. I like the imagery. Especially the fingernail part.