There’s something gripping about tangible loneliness.
A strong sense of saudade permeates skin and clutches the heart.
Ghostly memories waft and tease…
but are pinned by tongue’s heavy tip.
Things unsaid remain unsaid; words once whispered echo and bounce.
Moonlight caresses, and covers tucked under a chin…
The memory-ghosts linger…
Absorbing each new moment, and releasing with a sigh.
Thanks for sharing my journey!
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