robbed not only of your touch
your voice, calm-deep
still echoes in my mind
this...unbearable heartache
is torture
as the phantom softly bends
to kiss my cheek
his hand lingers ever so gently
upon my brow
as in my feverish fitful sleep
i wonder and question why and how
days, nights, hours, just seconds ago
my thoughts slip
in a trance
within my mind i tend to sow
as my heart waltzes one
last dance
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