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Phantom Hands

by Tala

Sitting

Waiting

Patiently anticipating

Darkness

Enveloping me in a warm blanket

I sense his presence

I cannot hear

I cannot see

Phantom hands, embracing me

His words in my mind

Releasing me

Caressing me

Holding me

Ghostly lips on mine

My heart races

Rabid into a blackened night

His voice resonating in my ears

Comforting me

Calming me

My every nerve twisting, twitching

In his phantom hands

As quietly as he came

He leaves me

Breathless

Waiting

Patiently anticipating

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