I could feel the crunch of your
old crumbled letters, resonating
with the chords of my heart
And your cologne, charmingly freshening
the soul inside my body.
The sweaters from last winters
spoke of your warmth
And my smile bloomed with your gentle calls.
But it felt so empty,
grossly vacant and very hollow
your love robbed me off the spark
i would ignite and the comfort I connected to you,
Your touch felt so cold and
i could not bring myself back
to loving you, maybe that is how
it had to end;
to be broken by the one
I still continued to keep whole.


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