Every now and then I catch your scent around me, surrounding me, within me. I still carry it today, like a beacon to my home, but I'm not welcome there anymore. I miss your smell, evaporated in the sheets, turn these cold, lonely nights into something meant for me. I hold your hand and you don't feel it; you don't know. Unaware, you sleep, still and silent. An arm around my waist, heavy and warm, breath against my neck, up and down, chest against back, flesh to flesh, heart to hand. I miss you.

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