Standing in the middle of the road. I have our cases at my feet. One is yours, one is mine. All the baggage that we ever owned. I can still just about see you, in the distance. Half way down the road. I'm half way back. I can still just about see you. As a shadow, as a mirage.
Just not. Just about. It almost feels like a dream. The ground beneath my feet is hot and you're really far away now. You're not coming back. I can still just about see you, as a ghost and as a vision. Sad and inhuman. As sorrow and loss.
I can still feel you as pain. As a sound, as a whisper. As a ghost and as a vision and as a loss.
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