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.
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