My Capital

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When you grow used to something,
It soon feels natural.
It becomes expected and
It becomes normal.

Now you stare at your fingers,
Looking in between,
The spaces they have,
Are where theirs should be.

When you close your eyes,
You hear their laughter.
You hear their voice,
You know they matter.

Now you lay in bed,
Feel the ghost of their body.
Feel the cold of their absence,
Feel your heart throbbing.

When you go about your day,
They consume your mind.
They are in all you see.
They speak all the time.

In my world, you’ve become the capital.
We don’t have to touch for me to feel your soul.
I close my eyes, and there you are,
Next to me, no matter how far.

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