haunted by memories
ghost touches
your hand
on my shoulder
your breath
against my cheek
memories, only
only memories
without substance
without shape
without warmth
cold, alone
I shiver
call for an exorcism
bright sunlight
and fresh breeze
and soft, soaking rain
banish these ghosts
again again again
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