You occupy the spaces where my comfort used to exist.

My hands feel empty when they are not holding yours,
and the space where you lay serves as a shrine where only your limbs may rest.

I long for your presence and the peace it brings,
a simple word,
a tiny whisper
and my demons are cast away.

With ease,
you occupy my spaces;
my mind,
my heart,
my prayers.

Written by Jade Novelist

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