I have dreamt this life sometime before.
I have haunted these rooms many times.
I have walked these carpets with you,
always only one step behind, close
enough to taste the dust of your skin
and to feel the weight of your shadow
as it flows over my body to embrace
the places where you once had been.
[Please note: as with all the pieces marked as Fragments these poems are unfinished and abandoned early drafts.]
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