Closed eyes and deft ears
But never mute
I try to breath tasting each breath
Feeling each touch
But all I smell is the loneliness of myself
Long before then there was now
There were the ideas yet to come
Feelings yet to express
Plans yet to make
But there was also you to share it with
But now there is no you
no plans no feelings no ideas
Just the memory of you then
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