nothing left to say

nothing left to say

Phantom pains remain
where you no longer lie,
my tingling fingers splayed
over a warm depression.

I long for whispers in the night,
to tremble and ache as you rattle
the chains that still bind me.

There is nothing left for me
to say, nothing left to do
but pull the blanket over my head
and curl up next to your absent presence.

 

Copyright © 2011 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved

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About cjchaffin

Wordsmithing is my passion. I eat, sleep, and breathe words and phrases, only to regurgitate them and pray that they are better off than when I first ingested them.
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