Confabulation by Mitch Prax

Dec 2019

How can my
pillow still smell of you?
How do my lips
remember yours as if
they were my own?
Memories that don't exist
torment me
day after day,
night after night.

#memory #memories #past #nostalgia #nostalgic #time #sad #sadness #alone #lonely

Written by

Mitch Prax 27/M/Australia

(27/M/Australia)

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