There is the piece of my soul that has you burned into it. Something that can never be removed. Something that can never be forgotten.
You close your eyes and see them.
You hold them in your thoughts forever if you could.
You reach out and almost feel the heat coming off them, but they are not there.
There voice lives in your ear, in your head.
The urge to tell them how things are in your life but you can't because you think they can hear.
They leave there mark that's as deep scars can only compare.
You held me in life once,
but live inside my thoughts now.
I can almost sense you there.
I can almost feel you near.
I can almost.
Sept. 30/11
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