I don't want to die because I am still waiting to be born.
Sunday, 4 September 2011
You linger.
How I wish you didn't.
But there you are
In someone else's
Aftershave.
In the cinnamon
In my coffee.
In the kind words
Of a close friend.
In a half remembered
Song.
In a dream
In a shadow
In a cloud
You linger.
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