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The tender ache of love,

to miss your body’s warm embrace.

I follow phantom footsteps

when you are absent from this space.

Our story keeps unfurling,

somewhere beyond time and place.

The calm before the storm.

The quiet evenings alone.

Oh, what cruel fate,

to be cast in stillness,

told: wait.

And what is this I find,

a small box left behind.

A hinge of light.

Awakened by the truth

of the quiet space within.

I truly miss my beau,

and I am growing from within.

The memory of us,

and how we hold our lives.

The small reminders too,

of the wonder we placed inside.

And in the quiet,

I become

More we than I.

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