A Parting Glance

I want to fall into you,
Like butter on warm toast,
Snow on a summer day,
The fragrance of a slow cooked roast.


But you recede like ocean tides,
Evaporate like desert rains,
The sun sinking beaneath the mountains,
Making me insane.


I follow your gaze elsewhere,
to the porcelain face of that girl,
"She is all the better" I think,
The luckiest girl in the world.


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