Plastered

 

The way your laugh echoes inside me after its gone,
Like they're plastered on my four walls,

The way your name is spoken in the air around us,
Like the hairs on my hands raised in unison,

The way you chatter on about your passion,
Like a selfless act of mine to just listen,

The way the air smells after it rains,
Like ripples of heat that escape the ground onto my face.

xo
Mavinia

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