When I hear the foxes bark it feels like I am dreaming.
I can't remember your face,
Just the feel of your skin and your breath catching in your throat,
The passion catching fire after smouldering for so long.
It was never far away,
And now my heart beats faster,
Nothing gained but a lingering heat, an itch,
My insides running to catch up.
In my head things seem slow, unreal and unorganised.
I can't make sense of it all.
I don't know if I am meant to.
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