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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.