To touch your face
And you're not there
You haven't been
For a long time
But this memory skin
Keeps wanting to feel
You once more
To remember again
What it felt like
To be loved
And to hold love
In my arms
No, all that's left
Are pillow cases
Scented with
Your ever-fading
Perfume, and yet
I still sleep
On one side,
The other left
Forever lacking
Your presence,
Forever mocking
My loneliness.
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