There are days when I fall asleep with songs of love in my ears and your spectre in my arms. There is a memory where your lips used to be. There is an ache that swells only sparingly. There are ghosts where your feet used to walk And an imagined rustle where you used to breathe. You are gone but your ethos is still with me. |
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