Tuesday, July 12, 2011


Alone, at my wooden desk
I am haunted by
Your echo.
I am kept company by the
Shadow of your memory
That takes up residence in
The caverns of my heart,
Quietly floating about
Drip-dropping in the pools of held in tears
That occupy those reservoirs.

I can hear your voice,
The almost whisper lingers in my ears.
Loneliness is teasing me.
It is drawing me in with the phantom
Of your presence,
Only to cruelly show me the truth;
You are not here.
Your embrace lingers.

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