There Are

A thousand

Ghosts of you 

Here.
You built

The bed I sleep on and

Your ghost is there

Beside me at night.
I hear your

Laugh inside my head,

Sometimes. 

And sometimes I

Can feel the press

Of your 

Lips to my forhead, my 

Own lips,

The soft

Flesh of my throat.
Help me. I am

Drowning in

Memories of 

The way your 

Eyes sparkled

In 

Candlelight. 

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