Haunted

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Through a window
I think I see you

Standing there.

Down the hall
I can almost feel you
Smiling

But you're not here. 

Around every corner
I expect your voice
To find me

Somewhere.

When I see shadows
I think of you.

When I see sunshine
I think of you then, too.

You're in every line
Of every poem.

And every color
Of every sunset.

You
Haunt
Me.

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