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By Ali Date: 2002 Jun 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.05.08.06.11643]] |
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I saw his reflection In the looking glass, I saw his smile, His eyes-- They were still the same. I felt something walk across my skin, Something that felt almost like sorrow, But it was a wind that blew More like regret than sadness. I dreamed of him the other night, And the night after that, And the night that followed--- Ghosts of the mind Don't play by any rules. I hear his voice, When someone else speaks. I see his face, When someone else walks by. I can't look at a red truck without... Thinking too much, About all the things that were, And about all the things that probably Should have never existed Between us. I can't quite put my finger On the correct emotion, But I think it's safe to say That I miss him, Every once and a while-- And it always hits me fast and strong, Like fear, When I least expect it to. |