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phantom limb

there is a weight where you once laid.

an warm imprint left in a cold bed.

around the corners, I hear your voice.

your chair is always drawn out.

your shoes are by the door.

your jacket thrown carelessly on the sofa.

your drowsy laughter echoes.

I turn around to say good morning to you.

your spoon is in your oatmeal.

the floors of the hallways creak behind me.

but when I turn around to greet you.

you are never there.

a phantom limb with phantom pain.

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