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Sitting
On a cloudy porch
I press
What words
I still remember
Against
My skin,
Although
They no longer
Keep me
Warm;
There is no sun
Now… but
I remember
The tan
That used to wrap
Around my face
If I sat
Too long
Outside
With friends.
I remember
When
We’d talk
And laugh
Together,
Not on a screen
But
Watching each other
Tremble
When
A breeze
Chuckled
In our hair,
And shadows,
Real
And solid,
Chased us through
The door.
The world
Was filled
With dimensions
Then.
Now
It flickers
On a phone
I dare not
Touch,
For fear
Of losing
The connection,
Like the sun.