Her presence is noted
by the tremor in my chest
and the tears on my cheeks.
I crave this, despising myself.
Dropped, I cling to empty air,
caught in memories I want to make.
Why can't I let go?
Her presence is noted
by the tremor in my chest
and the tears on my cheeks.
I crave this, despising myself.
Dropped, I cling to empty air,
caught in memories I want to make.
Why can't I let go?
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