i saw
someone last night
in my room.
as if he were you,
i put out my hand...
reaching for a ghost.
although terrifying and
quite cold--i could see his eyes
glowing in the dark-- it
satisfied me.
i reached at
nothing at all.
i cannot touch you either.
my hand
came back to me
as empty as she left.
i waved her
in front of my face.
your words echoed hard
in my ears.
i felt all the things
i used to feel
for you, and
suddenly i was afraid.
he will
come back for me,
i know it.
that's how i
knew he wasn't you.
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