It is maddening.
It is aggravating. Disturbing, irreconcilable...unfinished...left undone.
Snatched away, god damn it was just getting good.
A piece, a tiny small piece...a fragment of a wedge. The almost handful size of it...
The smallest interaction of you that is allowed in a day.
The snippet of you that you give to me...and that I can cup and drink from, slipping through my fingers and spilling away. Disappeared.
Gone.
Until it happens again. So briefly.
But it leaves a bruise...that I can softly rub and remember where you hit me. With just the calmest and unmistakable sound of your voice and I let it fall upon me and make an impact.
All done by a snippet of time that I can be with you.
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