Daydreams in a mind that ponders.
Finding ghosts in familiar places.

Sometimes it disturbs me,
How I could forget the little things,
Like which aftershave you wore,
Or the wine you preferred...
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Until I realised that,
I remember the smell of your skin...
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Slightly perfumed with cigarette smoke,
But I never minded,
You would always vow to give them up,
Whilst I secretly (guiltily) wished nothing would ever change...
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My mind then wanders onto,
How coarse your hands were,
Every time they brushed my cheek,
Whilst you played with my hair...
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And I remember the green that danced in your eyes,
Each time you would laugh,
And tell me that you would be back,
Sooner than I could miss you...
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The saddest eyes,
Coupled with a lying smile,
Told me that you didn't know,
Who you would return to me as...
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But I trusted you would be back,
As soon as fate would allow...
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I never learned how you took your coffee,
Though I was certain I had a lifetime,
For you to convince me,
You enjoyed my terrible attempts at espresso...
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Maybe that is all we were destined for,
Beautiful daydreams,
Dwindling embers of memory,
And lots of maybes... Followed by 'In another life'.
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LB xoxo
About the Creator
LB
Poet and short story writer from the UK, living in Napoli.
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