Pain
The sound I hear when I open my mouth
to whisper your name.
The way my fingers bleed at night
to touch you once again.
The bitter curse I swallow back
when I think about that day.
The perfume I still recall
while the memories start to fade.
The face that haunts my sleep
the tears that sting my face.
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