Phantom Limb

Every now and again, I can feel the memory
Like a ghost in my heart
Similar to feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket
When you know full well you left it on your nightstand in the morning
I reach to my chest to catch the sadness to capture it in my hands
So that I can finally throw it out for good
but as quickly as it came, it is gone
-The Ink & Salt Club-

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