oh, everything sings of you… you’ve left your imprint in the air,

like a tangible aura
and it has a feel, a smell, a taste.

I can run my fingers along the curves that are the lines of your body

you’re not here
but you’re imprinted on my mind

like poetry I’ve read too many times.

December ’05


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