Phantasm

I remember your words, the ones forgotten

In a world of ordinary poets —

You were different.

My eyes look for you in places

Where you’ve never been before.

Standing alone with yourself,

Looking out the window with a cigarette and an air of

Bitter conformism.

The wind blows. Leaves fly away into the distance

.

We are too far to hold hands,

I am too small to ever matter.

Having your words in my heart

Has become enough

.

ML

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