i miss you
I still sit by the door,
waiting for you to come home.
there is an aching place within me
that makes me feel so alone
without your touch, your smile
without the stories of what you desire
I am alone
imagining you steadying my shaking hand
because that is all i have left
of a fading memory
the illusion of you
is filling up my mind
and I can't remember -
can I rewind?
if I had known I would never see you again
I would've held your hand dearly
salvaging what was left of you just then
but i guess i'll never see you again.
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Gone With The WindPoetry
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