Next.

The cruelest there is

The worst punishment

Silence

Limbo

A mind left to wander

And break under the weight

Of a million

What-ifs.

Once there was conversation

Once words

Once touch

Taste

Smell

Memorizing every eyelash

Wrinkle

Freckle.

Next,

I think what I want

Is confidence

Trust

Freedom to laugh

With abandon

To hold without hesitation

To be wrapped up in the heady rush

Of romance

In the sun.

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