The horror is
when I feel you
But you weren't there
Cold air
Empty space

Your footsteps
against the carpet
Your perfume
lingering
in the air

I'm awake
staring at nothing
I hear your voice
a soft whisper
in my ear

Your touch
like snow flakes
fluttering
maddening
but evaporating

You're gone
but you're here
a ghost haunting
bound
to me

Can't let go
The love
a poison I drink
on a silver plate
every morning

A torture until
I fall asleep
deep down
six feet
underneath.

Wait for me.
I'm coming.

#eternity #death

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