and i paused.
i know you were no longer there...
yet your presence lingers like smoke after a great fire.
suffocating my consciousness.
my heart-ear yearns to hear your footfall,
yet am deafened by the silence...
the skin on my body, lips, tingle with your touch,
your feel that is perpetual and constant.
my body molds to your form in sleep.
were you really there in the first place?
or were your words and my memories a dream?
a cruel trick played by the subconscious.
illusory.
a last attempt at making it known to you that i exist.
but do i really?
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