Hallway, Pdreijnders CC BY-SA 3.0
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Words resonate in ether
Until I remember their context.
They become ghosts when I come close to forgetting them,
But my mind pulls them back into consciousness
to flicker and fold.
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In dim light they describe you,
Your movements, your sounds.
In suspended disbelief I smell your skin,
The heat emanating from your body when I rubbed your back,
Back for a touch, then rubbed away by a fool’s dust.
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Until words recreate your shape, your being,
I’m cheated by their shells.
Words can only haunt
Like ghosts that linger at the end of a hallway,
According to the darkness.
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Though reason pulls me forward I reach behind
To touch dim light beyond dust.
I know that I shouldn’t believe in ghosts,
But I linger in cheap words
That imitate you.
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