Jun 22
I reach for you
out of habit,
and touch only the dust
where love used to live.
But the quiet we left behind
stays.
And stays.
And stays.
out of habit,
and touch only the dust
where love used to live.
But the quiet we left behind
stays.
And stays.
And stays.
(21/F/Spain)
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