I heard your phantom breathing from the spot you used to sleep in. I was shocked at first and stopped my own to make sure it wasn't me. I felt your hand tracing my knee like you had many times before.
Even in the dark I closed my eyes so nothing could make me think it wasn't you.
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoetryFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
