Haunting wisp of a soul’s touch

(rest in peace Nicole Lynn)
For some reason, some people’s presence tends to touch me a great deal, almost hauntingly.

A friendship thats somewhat improbable. Sometimes there is a touch of eros, in a “it would never work out” sort of way but still the lingering trace of desire buried on purpose.

Sometimes there is no eros, just a strong affinity with that person’s presence.

It is much like hitting a tuning fork and placing it next to something that reverberates on the same frequency but a different octave.

There are people I miss, even if their actual roles in my life were small. Perhaps this is the greatest complement, to be missed by someone or to haunt them.

I should go to sleep now.