Poetry

Seconds

“I feel it. Every place you ever touched me.”

I feel it. Every place you ever touched me. Every word you ever said. Every flash of a smile, and every glimpse of your eyes. It’s like a rush of every moment we spent together, happening in the span of seconds, over far too soon. And all I want is to feel you near once more.

But I can’t, and I’m back at the start, reliving the days when we were “us.”

Β© Sarah Doughty

12 thoughts on “Seconds”

    1. I like how you interpreted this piece. Unfortunately, victims of domestic abuse tend to go back to that life. I would hope the victim would have the strength to stay away. The thought process behind this was a past relationship. One that was happy. And for whatever reason, it ended.

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