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Daydreams in a mind that ponders.

Finding ghosts in familiar places.

By LBPublished 4 years ago 1 min read

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

fact or fiction

About the Creator

LB

Poet and short story writer from the UK, living in Napoli.

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