The space between your breath and mine
grows wider with each passing hour
Memories like soft watercolors
bleeding into empty rooms
where your silhouette once stood
I trace the outline of absence
and call it longing
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The space between your breath and mine
grows wider with each passing hour
Memories like soft watercolors
bleeding into empty rooms
where your silhouette once stood
I trace the outline of absence
and call it longing