I am hollow. Inside, I am hollow.
Your memory, the taste of your lips on mine, fades away.
Away, like your body, like your presence, like our love;
we walk away, not even the sound of the wind follows.

The one that we once were has now been forgotten
by everyone, by you and the ghost that you're making;
a path, once ours for the taking,
is now hidden from all, dead and broken.

And not a single night passes, not one ever
without my mind dwelling, losing itself through so many abysses:
our dreams, our words, all of our promises
and all of the kisses that are now gone forever.

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