Poem: Remember a touch

I remember

how my skin found new depths of itself

under those caressing notes he played

and with what ease it seemed,

like he's been doing this for years

unravelling peoples skins,

pilling off their shells and armour

digging holes under the roots of tall trees

speaking in soothing tones; as if it's the voice

which can break another heart; when in fact

it's the words which escape our mouths

with no thunder, no lighting

yet they cut through flesh without leaving behind

bleeding wounds; I forgot,

forgot the words to which I'm an author

but I carry yours inside me - sadness surrounds them

for the truth once was; we took steps in the same

direction, yet the paths were our own

we stuck together through any kind of weather

and still remembered we once stood alone

in the wonderment of childhood

only now do we realize the magic we used to experience

have we escaped it and why would we want to?

has the present taught us to run away?

with half bent knees building a future

making endeavours to follow conformity in our paths

oh, I do remember a touch

which caught me and brought me back here

and the choices I make will never be the same again

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I'm not good at what I'd call "intentional writing", where you have a few starting point and instructions to follow, but here and there I try some new things. This poem is a contribution to Poetry United prompt - I remember. It's the fastest I ever wrote a poem, I think. Does it show?