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i know you cannot be here,
i know i cannot be with you now.
you
watching the slow turn of seasons makes me sleepy,
waiting for you.
i still feel you on the empty seat beside me
i still hear your soft tread in the hallway
i still smell your perfume drifting through my fingers
i still wait for your call

i know you've gone away,
i know that it's impossible for me to follow
watching the slow years pass by
i must be haunting someone.
i still dream of you,
reaching out to your slipping ghost