Akshov

It’s almost ninety degrees, yet
What once felt so warm feels
So cold now
And as I hide under the covers
I – who used to feel adult –
Feel like a child now
Because
The taste of every thought of you
So sweet before
Floods me in your absence

And I’m choking now

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