There is a feeling
waking up with your image from my dreams.
It is soft and bright
and it is mixed with so many
other images.
Going places and looking back
like something was missing
and there is actually nothing there:
it is missing.
There is a feeling
I cannot find.
There are sweet ghosts
around me with your form.
I miss your touch
even when I am touching
fresh flesh.
There is a feeling
here when I am listening to
the sky is crying
and I am one with it.
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