I turned my back and felt the stare,
Of someone close but wasn't there,
No shadow to cast
Or a body to hold,
Not a drop of warmth
To ease the cold,
No hands to clasp
Or lips to kiss,
Not an ounce of insecurity
Gone unmissed,
No burdens to carry,
Or weight to share,
Of the glare of the person
Who was never there
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
I turned my back and felt the stare,
Of someone close but wasn't there,
No shadow to cast
Or a body to hold,
Not a drop of warmth
To ease the cold,
No hands to clasp
Or lips to kiss,
Not an ounce of insecurity
Gone unmissed,
No burdens to carry,
Or weight to share,
Of the glare of the person
Who was never there
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