I can’t recall you

I still remember your touch,
But I can’t recall, what it means to love.

I still remember your eyes,
But I can’t recall, what it means to be lost.

I still remember your voice,
But I can’t recall, what it means to have peace.

I still remember your hug,
But I can’t recall, what it means to be complete.

I still remember your presence,
But I can’t recall, what it means to be free.

I still remember your kiss,
But I can’t recall, what it means to be tender.

I still remember our estrangement,
But I can recall, what it means to be loved.

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