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It’s just me
sitting here
nothing to do but think of you.
Music plays,
but all I hear is silence.
Silence…
and in the silence,
your voice.
My heart burns
burns with the ache
of the love we once carried.
My skin still remembers your touch.
My lips still taste your kiss.
My breath still trembles
where yours once drifted
across my flesh.
I close my eyes
and you’re there:
arms around my waist,
pulling me close,
breathing the words
“I love you”
into my ear.
And your voice
your voice
still echoes,
echoes,
echoes
inside my head.
