The Lingerer
The ghost of him remains
like perfume upon my pillow.
Sweet sleep
no longer attainable.
Rather, I shiver
in the terrible joy
of opalescent dreams.
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Rachael’s Note: Dream like and wonderfully simple and beautiful.
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