Take all of your keepsakes

They say

And put them in a box

That way you will always have

A reminder of who you’ve lost

But not everything can be locked away

And it’s those things that you miss

It’s not like a shirt can replace a hug

Or a photo a kiss

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Sense (less)

I’m starting to forget.

Your face,

Your voice,

Your touch.

I don’t like it.

(Originally Posted 30.07.2019)