Gone

Thoughts of you return
There isn’t much I can do
Learning to write without you
Praying it isn’t true

Like a feather
My fingers touch
Words have meaning
Lost and grieving

Producing creativity together
Light as a feather
Fragile, too
Say it isn’t true

Does it bother thee
When I think of you
It must
My kiss, it went refused

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