I can still feel
your warm embrace,
your hands wrapped
around my fragile body.

Your head may lay
no more on my shoulder,
but its trace remains there,
ghostly reminding me of you.

Far away, in the dark,
I sit, closing my eyes to see,
searching for you in the void,
to find you here, but elsewhere.

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