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Silent tears slip slowly,
Rolling down my face,
As I try to remember,
The feel of your embrace.

The tears hit my chapped lips,
And sting every tiny cut place,
It seemed in this relationship,
That you were in a race.

My body aches to touch you,
To trace over skin so soft,
Place kisses on your body,
As when we hid out in the loft.

I brush the tears aside now,
But feel the tracks they leave,
Tracks you would once wipe away,
Seems now they're gone on my sleeve.

I imagine your dancing fingers,
For I know that they danced with the singers,
I still sometimes think your touch lingers,
As the work of a bell-ringer.

You told me I was beautiful,
And then we fucked 'til dawn,
And listened to the world waking,
The deer and the fawn.

Now I lie here in silence,
Or sit, or pace, or jog,
Just wishing, hoping, praying,
That one day, you'll come back through the fog.
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