this too will dissolve

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this too will dissolve

subtly but in a mild panic i catch my hand as it drifts towards you - intercept it in mid-flight moments before it reaches your shoulder, before i make the mistake of touching you in an ingrained gesture of affection. with your back towards me, you don't notice how i begin to break the pattern, break yet another line of communication. the way a path untravelled re-fills with forest, this too will dissolve. i hope you don't notice until you look back one day and see that it's already gone, that there's nothing left to see. until then i hope you remain oblivious to these inevitable slips, to these muscle memories of love.