A few millimeters,
A split of a second,
The world that's already gone,
I reach out to you,
But my hand passes through,
Because you've just moved on,
Deprived sensory,
Can't touch a memory,
Yet my skin still remembers,
The warmth of the air,
As if someone's there,
So tactile and so tender.
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Author:
Gewar (
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