What lies beneath those features,
is a grieving winner.
Waiting for the air,
to take up his breaths.
Longing for the lost,
he waits.
To grow closer,
to what is no longer of her.
Murmurs and thoughts,
are for others to enjoy.
While he struggles,
for what is left of her.
P.s: Having you is not a part of me that I would love to keep.
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