Echoes follow my every footstep,
and ghosts of us where my eyes rest.
I see the lane where we held hands
remember, the warmth and a smile.
The grey skies above open a deluge,
a shared umbrella in the mist ahead.
A clatter of dishes and I suddenly feel
your arms wrapped around mine.
A lingering essence of you in the air,
then I realise that you're really not
here.
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