The room is still full of emotions
Every corner, echoes of our indulgence
The walls, still signatured with our passion
Everything is still the same
Only you have disappeared
Somewhere in the horizon
I sense you
Even in your absence
Even in your silence
I touch the surface
Trying to assemble our footprints
But dust blurs my vision
And I choke in upheaval of emotions
In the room that we had framed.
© LR
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