The lingering touch of lovers embrace.
It feels like your arm is still there around my hair.
Yet the silence and cold sinks in to a lonely night.
A hot cup of tea sat next to me. Not the body of my lover but warmth for the soul.
I wish to touch you and I wish to know. That these bodies intermingle fitting like pieces of a puzzle.
There was life before.
There is now but life after. if knowing your touch is all I have then life is worth living again.

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