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Jul 2017
I'm not sure I know what it feels like to be truly alone
As I lie in bed i look up at little glowing stars
I can feel the ghost of you clinging to my bony motionless frame
You leave but you linger
Hairs on end
Your faint presence as cold as my bloodless emotionless skin is without your warm touch
Ears plagued by a ringing of the whispered earthquakes of 'I love you's from weeks past
I turn to have your sweet musk slither up my nostrils
I imagine how I'd trace my nose along your ear and your jawline and your neck and down to your collarbone
How your fingers interlace with mine as our thoughts do
I know you are thinking the exact same thing as you lay in your bed
Me on my side and you on yours
I wonder wether we would absorb into each other if your stolid silhouette lay in my sheets
And I can't shake the shroud of loneliness I feel the moment you break away
The distance between us filled by longing and swirling sadness
But I can feel you're with me in the dark
Your beautifully delicate ghost hanging on my every breath and my every 'I love you'
The glowy star to my murky night

KG
Am I talking about poetry or my one and only, truth is: probably both
Written by
CeilingStar  25/F/the forest.
(25/F/the forest.)   
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   Lora Lee
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