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i walked down the deserted memory lane
that remained bleak since it was left
i swear i could see the trail of footsteps you took
and hear the sound it made
and feel the melancholy it caused.
but i found myself calling out a name
that was beginning to sound strange
yet i always expected a presence
your presence
so close yet so far
then again it must be your ghost casting shadow on me
now it's the thing that keeps me sane
sometimes i hear your voice echo in the dark alley
i can't be hallucinating, can i?
maybe it's a sign that you'd come back
or a reminder that you've gone.
i think it's more likely the latter
cause i witnessed you locking the back door when you walked out
i doubt you even kept the key.
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Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
