Attachment Styles

I love you best
when you are already out
of my grasp..
Just a brush of a fingertip away, but far
enough
for the emptiness in the space to overwhelm all senses
silent noise, blinding
light,
bittersweet, the memory tainted odor
of coconut oil, sharp ache
of affection’s phantom embrace.

Nostalgia is the sickest form of mental illness.

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