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I reach for your hand, open air meets my hand.

I look for your smile but see an empty space.

My words flow into emptiness.

My tears fall on my own fingers.

My pillow is my shoulder to cry on.

I stretch for your embrace and fall into nothing.

I search for your loving eyes, finding darkness.

My words fall unheard.

My tears trickle untouched.

My walls are my listening ears.

I touch the place where you should be.

I gaze into the ghost of your presence.

My words echo silently.

My tears go unnoticed.

My blanket is my warm embrace.

I caress a cold pillow where a head might lay.

I stare into black and blurry nights.

My words die in my throat.

My tears pool carelessly.

My bible is my own rock.

I feel only my own worries surrounding.

I peer into my imaginings of you.

My words retreat into my heart.

My tears stain my face.

Silence is my comfort.

I stroke your cheek in my mind.

I watch my sanity and strength wane.

My words refuse to awaken.

My tears refuse to flow

Solitude is my friend

I let my hands rest at my sides.

I peer into the void of my heart.

My words are not there.

My tears don’t exist.

Nothingness is my lover.

My body doesn’t move.

My eyes shut tight.

I let the words erase.

I no longer feel the tears.

Nothing, numb... peace.