I can still feel you on my cheeks when my tears roll down my face.
I can feel your hands around when I put on our favourite song.
I can feel your skin when I’m lying naked on that cold wooden floor.
I can hear your laugh when I hear a kid laughing at a carnival.
I can hear your footsteps in long, empty hallways.
I can hear your voice when the wind whistles in my ear.
I can still smell you on my old, dirty sheets.
But I can’t take it that you’re long gone.
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