This Place

I feel your icy lips
Brush across my face.
For so many years I have been longing,
for your sweet embrace. 
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Reaching my hand up,
I place it on my cheek,
Trying to soak up
Where your lingering touch is weak. 
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I feel your gentle hands
Tightly grip my face
I really wish you were here,
In this saddened place.
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I pretend that you are here,
I see your face in the mirror.
I wish it wouldn’t be,
But you are a part of me.
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Everything beautiful reminds me of you.
Even a flower or a fancy shoe.
Pain like this
Is nothing new.
A single tear traces my face,
how did I end up here
in this painful place?