"Phantom Sensation"

My fingers tremble,

they crack out like tombstones of a broken oath,

nailed with agony,

on the sight of broken statues and stars,

for it reminds me of your painted footwork on the doorstep,

dusted and left out on the cold,

or the way your kiss still lingers and stings my collarbones,

even if it has just been weeks since our last encounter,

I miss you so much that it hurts,

I miss you a lot,

that I wish,

and pray,

that your touch won't just be another "phantom sensation",

Like how I felt years ago when I lost a part of me.