The ashes of my remains [Poetry]

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Huddled up on the floor while tears soak the ground floor
I'm closer to her than I think
My fourteen year old self was sobbing and shaking in the same point where my head rests
My sixteen year old self was screaming at hurting opposite the same point
I miss them for they were comfort
Now they both rest in the ground, bodies decaying and yet at peace
While I am left with shattered pieces
Now I sob alone with memories of my past selves
My tears are shed on new tiles
My aches and pains spin from the same lies
I rest my head on the coldness
Hoping I feel it's warmth one last time like they both did
-s