50 Words — Days

I miss the mornings when I wake up to your letters

and the nights when we listen to each others’ prayers.

I imagine the days when we stay in bed

with our limbs intertwined.

Those times are gone and all that’s left is the echo of your voice,

saying goodbye.

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