ghosts

I can still feel ghosts of your arms around me
Whispers lingering in my ears
A finger tracing my collarbone, a shadow caressing my cheek
Invisible lips hesitating before mine
Echoes of a heartbeat bouncing off the basement walls
Footprints of empty shoes on the faded, dirty carpet
And toothless, mouthless smiles so loud I can't hear my own voice
 
That's what fills this empty, shallow bucket of a room
My ears are brimming with your ghosts
And I can never sleep

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