It’s been one month,
Two weeks,
And three days
Since I kissed you.
Your taste,
I’m no longer familiar with.
Your smell,
It makes me dizzy no more.
What is left now?
Just a memory.
The problem with it?
The longer I keep remembering,
The harder it gets forgetting.
I do wish,
For one more kiss;
For one more touch.
Will I ever slip?
It’s been one month,
Two weeks,
Three days…
I’m just fine.
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