Something kind of like lost love

Take a walk through my veins,
run your fingers down my arms
rest your cheek in my palm,
Grab hold of my heart and
take my breath away as you walk
right through me.
Do you even remember that I am alive?
Was it so long now, that we
sat too close, just far enough
away from anything real?
The love we had, but were not in.
And now, you walk right past,
outside the lines of my heart.
We couldn't help but laugh at ourselves.
Our walks were aimless,
making circles with our words.
Hiding under covers in the dark
of your room,
And I hid.
But you never found me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I seriously do not have a clue what to title this, sorry! Hah. And actually, the poem itself needs (a lot of) work. But, for now, here it comes to rest.

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