You're Still Here

September 9, 2013

You left, but I’m not alone.

You are still oozing out of my pores

Whispering at my ears

Tingling at my palms

Fumbling with my words

Playing with my hair

Blinding my vision

Filling my soul

And, above all,

Tearing at my heart.

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