So often, at nights
You sit besides me
In uninterrupted silence
Holding my face
Stroking my tousled hair
Touching my chiseled cheeks
With your invisible fingers
And with closed eyes
We look at each other
Listen to the unspoken words
With mingled souls and aching hearts
I hold you in me
In my breath
Because I know you haven't gone away
Yet
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