I feel my heart shatter --
Into a million little pieces.
Not knowing your touch,
Or smelling your scent
Leaves me wondering why;
Scratching at the doors
And picking at the bindings.
I try to pick up the pieces,
As to not be lost without you;
Instead I find myself whispering
To you in my sleep, wondering
If my voice can carry that far,
Or if your ears can hear the sounds
Of my last lonesome song.
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