You live in the back of my throat.
Folded up there.
A memento.
Your scent.
Your memory.
Muted and momentary.
Heavy.
The smell of sleep.
Reminiscent.
Bittersweet.
Once I laid my head on you.
Inhaled to match your rhythm.
As if somehow that’d bind us close together indelibly.
You live in my cavities.
Empty spaces of my body.
Your voice.
Your memory.
Planted deep.
A pit inside me.
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