Photo by Gundula Blumi

I still feel

your arm

pressed against

my waist

and the memory

of my hand

held into yours

kills me constantly.

Everyday, when I wake up,

not having you

by my side

makes me feel

like I was

miles

away

from

where

my

body

lies.

—

Submitted to ArtParasites by Cecilia

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