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Monday, February 20, 2012

Ghost of Us

He lives on in this room.
His voice and touch slip around me.
The things I took for granted,
Now bring sweet longing to my heart.

Alone in this cold, empty bed
I dream I'm wrapped in his warmth,
And in the quiet stillness,
I hear whispered I love you's.

They say I need to move on,
Forget what used to be,
Turn away from the shadows,
And raise my face to the sun.

But I'll stay here in this darkness,
Living in what might have been,
Tightly clutching your memory,
Haunted by the ghost of us.

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