Her absence lingers, a haunting melody,
Echoing through the chambers of my soul, endlessly.
Each passing day, the ache grows stronger,
I miss her, oh, how I wish I could hold her longer.
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Alexithymia
PoetryAn emotional blindness. A compilation of unsent letters and poems about how I feel. Mostly about yuuz.
Missing
Her absence lingers, a haunting melody,
Echoing through the chambers of my soul, endlessly.
Each passing day, the ache grows stronger,
I miss her, oh, how I wish I could hold her longer.
