November 5, 2010
Its sleeves once filled with him
Now fall off my arms.
The smell of his skin lingered
Even after he was gone.
Now it smells like me
And my emptiness.
It is the only thing left
From when I was happiest.

Reminding me how otherwise
In some other world
I'm till looking in his eyes.
On another path
In another place
His hand is on my face.
Here, there is just empty

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