StillA Poem by look.both.ways
My fingertips follow your traces on my skin.
The burns from the last time I saw you still ache when I touch them. I put my hand on my chest and it's empty. A hollow hole where I keep my love for you. Your voice pierces my ears at its lowest tone. Three years later and I still open my eyes fearing the touch I feel is you. I put my hand on my stomach. Still vacant of the life you beat from me.
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