Vishal Dutia

I see your face, I hear your voice, But you are not here, not in this place. A shadow of your former self, A ghost of what once was, a lost love.

I try to reach out, to touch your hand, But my fingers pass right through your skin. I try to speak, to call your name, But my voice is lost in the wind.

I am left with only fragments, Of memories that are now all but gone. A smile, a laugh, a touch, a kiss, All that remains of what once was.

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