Empty Cell
I long for your touch.
I see you but the once familiar twinkle in your eye is now gone.
A hollow shell of what once was.
I can see your hurt and feel your pain.
They say the Eyes are the window to the Soul
A tinted window, perhaps.
The one that keeps us apart.
Your hands on the window, mine on yours.
The glass reflects your smile.
I exhale and watch as they come take you away.
The essence of me Caught on the window
A trail of condensation, slowly fading.
Tell next week my friend.
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