it’s been days; it’s like eternity.
though words are there, they are just there.
not completely felt, not even heard.
just there, plain for the eyes to see.
cliché to say, but they’re all we can have.
cliché, it’s been said. now it’s felt - sadness.
add the rain, it provoked me.
provoked this body to long for an arm’s warmth.
it’s been days; it’s like eternity…
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