If whispers can fly,
they’d transport
Sounds.
All my thoughts would float
into your ear …..
I Miss you
Love you
Miss your arms
Miss you so fucken much
Miss your kisses
Miss your smile
Miss us.
But they don’t.
Life goes on.
You have your life.
I have mine.
Then tomorrow happens and the next day and the next day.
And then
those
whispers
just fall
Crumble
To
The
Grave….
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