Now that you've really left
I breathe a less heavy sigh
But still my heart heavily resets
Each time your ghost drives by
Though it takes less time to remind myself
- to hear in my head, "We said goodbye"
I can't quite put it back on the shelf
Or stop my hopeful, hallucinating eye.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
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