Seeing you today will hurt me tomorrow
Seeing without touching brings back the sorrow
Most days I can pretend to forget
But the haunt of loss lives under my skin yet
And it rises like a bruise mottled green and yellow
While I work to feel serene, calm and mellow
You’re looking older now, but I guess I am the same
You fidget and scheme wondering at the game
And I feel my walls rising; and I feel myself shrinking
My desire is flaring, but my chances are sinking
And I know seeing you today will hurt me tomorrow
Seeing without touching brings back the sorrow
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