you walk
your ghost
where i cannot
be seen
new york
or paris
but never close
to home
that would be
awkward
you walk
your ghost
and everything
is rearranged
waves
become clouds
rivers shiver
and willows sigh
and autumn
reveals herself to you
throwing her tunic
at your feet
you walk
your ghost
and haunt
everything
the starless night
familiar songs
rooms where
you dim the light
so they
can't pry
this verse
and me.
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