Funny how she forgets
That he's only here while he's here
His presence washes it all away;
The memories and the ghosts hover,
But they ever surround the now
And when she returns
She sees them as those ghosts sometimes
Locked away in separate cells
But you see, there's a hole in the wall
That's all they need
The mind to distill
Enough space to reach
And be infinitely close.
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