#imissmywife
I find your visage slipping from my memory, little by little. I’m slowly forgetting your face. Like mist that loosens from the morning air, your features fade where once they lingered still; a softened echo draped in quiet care, now drifting past the borders of my will. Your eyes—once constellations I could trace— grow dim, uncharted in the dark of thought; your voice, a song I swore I’d not misplace, now hums in fragments I can’t fully caught. I reach for you in corners of my mind, but grasp at shadows thinning into none; what once was vivid, warm, and well-defined unravels gently, thread by...Read more
Kult: +29
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