Haunted
Often, in unmemorable moments
when life is nearly normal,
I glimpse your features
in the face of a stranger;
hear echos of songs
we sang together;
smell your familiar fragrance
of dusty books and coffee.
Pierced by memories,
my soul stiffens
like rigor mortis cementing death.
My heart
halts,
when I remember
yours will be still
forever.
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