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These Arms

In the empty hallway’s pale lamplight, I stand—  

fingertips trembling against the doorframe’s curve.  

Those arms that could and did  

enwrap my torso when night fell;  

those arms belonging only to you,  

now vanished beyond my reach.  

Yet—  

these arms reach out,  

palms pressed to cold, silent air,  

seeking the shape your love once made.  

Still—  

I fold myself around this hollow space,  

tracing the shadowy imprint  

of your absent embrace.