Soft light filters through

April 26, 2015February 13, 2018Pelgris

Missing from my arms
Silence and the soft sounds of someone getting dressed
The door opens then gently closes
A night lost in remembrance
In pleasure, empty
Hollow like the echos of you leaving.

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