I spin
around
and around
and around
like a top on a wooden floor.
"Where are you?
Show me you're here.
Please?"
I stop.
I stand still.
I wait.
There is just enough light
from the full moon
shining through the
kitchen window.
The white, frilly curtains
move slightly.
Shifting.
Fluttering.
And then I smell
the smell that was all Jackson,
because he kept that head
and beautiful face
so well shaven.
Sandalwood
shaving
cream.
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I Heart You, You Haunt Me.
Mystery / Thriller~I did NOT make this book. I am just posting this for people who want to read this book, without having to buy the real book. All credit goes to Lisa Schröder~ ------------------------------ Ava can't see or touch him, unless she's dreaming. She can...
