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By Ali Date: 2003 Feb 10 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.10.05.13.30134]] |
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He's there, But he isn't-- It's just a memory, Not quite faded. His touch still lingers, His kiss still burns-- But the reality of them Has long since been past. I don't like seeing ghosts, But I see them sometimes, Haunting me from the eyes Of a passerby--I haven't felt safe For a long time, now. I won't Trust anyone who wears your smile, Because I know that game already, And yet, even though I know better, Sometimes I'll still give in, let loose, And play--just for old time's sake-- And to the detriment of self. I know that he isn't you, but Part of me wants him to be-- Though I can't say just why. It is a fool who hopes for the past To be revisited, broken hearts, Broken wings and all-- Ah, yes, it's just a memory, And yet, it is so much more Than you can understand. |