The spot beside me on this bench
The spot beside me on this bench feels entirely empty now, but in the soft glow of dusk, it’s not truly vacant. I still sense you. My fingers find your collar, holding onto it as if it could bring you back, wishing for one more moment, just one more chance.
But your spirit lingers, gentle and bright, reminding me that the love we shared doesn't end with goodbye. The warmth on my skin tells me you are still walking with me, in every sunset, in every quiet place, in every beat of my heart.
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