The desire of missing you | Poetry

Phase: Today is the day I buried my love, and she became ash. Today is the day I last saw her. I am not here at this moment, I am just lost.

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Broken heart and broken me
The floor is moving, beneath my feet
The struggle of an empty mind and shaking hands
I am missing you in silence and keep staring at the fan.