One of the hardest things to get used to
is sleeping with a ghost
Scent permeates the pillowcase
and stray hairs become like treasure
"You have a god-sized hole in you"
She whispered with a smile
Now it shapes her
And the edges drip with guilt
With too much time in front
and always never enough
I submerge myself in fantasy
and wait for this dull ache to pass
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