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The warmth of returning to someone you never fully left...

Hey, it’s you again..
Our souls met once again.
Our story ended long ago—
I thought I was through..
I swear, I buried it all.
But as my heart pumped its own blood,
I felt every vein of my body,
flooded with bliss and solace—
Words caught in my throat.
And when you reached and held me,
held me tight,
your head resting on my shoulders,
your soft lips brushing against my ears…
You breathed into my neck,
like I was the oxygen you needed—
as if your lungs waited to be filled.
And every part of me belonged to you
Oh God, it felt surreal.
The room was filled with something ethereal.
Your burning touch returned,
our lips met in flame.
Why does it feel the same?
I could hear your unspoken words
telling me—
How much you had longed
for me…
Because when your body touched mine,
I felt like a puzzle,
finally putting its right pieces together.
And finally—
I am home again.
About the Creator
Glyds
..turning my inner world into a language.
These are pieces of me, caught in time.
These poems were never meant to be anything more than my way of surving..
If you find yourself somewhere inside them, then maybe they were pieces of you too.
- G



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