Gone

Hollow.

 

Numb.

 

I've felt like this every night since you left.

 

My bed is cold.

 

A tattoo of his name is on you

 

While a tattoo of your name is on my heart.

 

It doesn't make sense.

 

I really wish it did.

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Gone

Been there.  Felt that.  Moved on.  Nice write.  Thanks for sharing.


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