I get home,
Only to miss you,
These long drawn out days
are meaningless
I can still taste your kiss
On my dried up lips
Right after the smoke clears
I smell you on my fingers, my clothes,
Everywhere
My stuff lingers,
Right where we left it
The day you got on the plane
And flew out of my life
The bed feels so empty
And cold...
Your voice resonates
In these walls,
From soft whispered
"I love you's"
To the screams
From our last fight
Will I ever be able to stop missing you?
What did you think
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Such emotion dripping from your words. Such...wow. This is insane. I can feel the beginning pull me in, and the ending question is very poised and nicely done
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hey thanks alot, you know i dont write many poems anymore, but i do try.
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