An attempt with words.

I'm longing for your touch

Can't remember the

Feel of your piano hands

Reading me like braille

I'm searching for your voice

But everything is quiet

This silence is deafening

 

The shadows have never looked this appealing

They offer a welcoming touch

In the absence of yours


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