Are you sitting by the fire in your favourite armchair?
Are your eyes tightly closed imagining that I'm there?
Are your fingers running through your hair like I used to do?
Is your memory taking you back to the way I used to love you?
Such sadness in this poem. How our mind can torture us with memories of a lost love. We want to remember them, but without suffering. It's bittersweet, for sure. A very touching poem.
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