Echoes

The golden fan on my pillow.
The rise and fall of the sheet.
The gentle warmth on my chest.
The severe chill on my feet.

The kiss on the shoulder.
The whisper in the ear.
All these things are missing,
Like my heart when you’re not here.
 

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