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I haven't looked at your photographs for days,
but today, when I read something, I felt you in my days,
a subtle pain, a fleeting sadness,
it took me to the shower, to think of what is no longer there.
My dreams reflected the lack of your voice,
the girth of your nipples, without your swift wiles,
I thought for a moment of your spoken words,
how much you loved what you used to say.
I remembered with longing those shared moments,
the laughter, the secrets, the hugs received,
how you enjoyed every detail, every gesture,
now kept in my memory, in an imposed corner.
The echo of your absence resounds in my being,
like a distant whisper that I can still hear,
but I know I must go on, healing the wound,
remembering with affection what I have lived, without measure.