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Remembrance 

I can hear his muffled voice,

although I can't hear him speak.

I can see the blackness of the night,

still,l I can't see what I seek.

I can taste the suffocating bleakness,

but I can't taste these silent teardrops.

I can smell the emptiness in the air,

and lately, I can't smell more than that.

I can feel his lingering presence,

Yet, I can't feel that it'll be the last..