Our Silent Language
I still see shadows of her.
I walk out of a room and see her laying there, her head lifted up and a questioning look on her face. The tufts of golden brown and black hair on the side of her face are flattened from where her head was resting.
Despite unshakeable absence, her eyes still read me.
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I still see shadows of her.
I walk out of a room and see her laying there, her head lifted up and a questioning look on her face. The tufts of golden brown and black hair on the side of her face are flattened from where her head was resting.
Despite unshakeable absence, her eyes still read me.