Was that you just now?

how did you enter my eye,
and end up on the keyboard?

feels like hours pass
staring out the window,
pretending words can move a storm along

was that you last night also,
calling me outside
to see your ghost walking in the rain?

your face on the moon
you might think it’s silly
but they’re almost the same shape
and shade of white,
falling into my eye
and out the other


if you’re not there anymore

why do i keep finding you?

just yesterday,
i found another stash
full of me and you

everything still smelled of your hands

powerful pantomime, it is
mocking me from across the room


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