Did you feel the same
Tingling sensation I did,
When our fingers met each other,
And painted touches all over?

You're this dull ache in my chest,
That never completely heals.
A dull ache
That's always there, throbbing quietly,
Waiting,
Pouncing on me when a smile decorates my face,
Or when laughter breaks out at my lips.
A dull ache
That wrestles with my soul
Until the smile fades,
And the sound of laughter ceases to exist.
A dull ache
That turns the air around me
Into a deathly quiet.
A dull ache
That brings back the smell of what once was,
Of what we once were.