And my eyes can only take the conversation so far.
And if only the hand on your cheek were the hand on your heart,
Then my touch would speak in a tongue only lovers understand.
These words, this paper, are all that remains of a conversation that I thought would never know an end.
All is now still.
My words have no refrain.
I am voiceless—and still.
And still I carry on...without you.
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