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Haunted (Still)
A cold wind sends shivers up my spine,
And a fog blankets my body.
Darkness settles in around me.
Rain is soon to come.
I long for home,
For light,
For warmth,
But I am trapped in this storm with his
G H O S T
My mind replays everything
He did,
He said,
Crescendoing into
Thunderous booms and
Cracks of lightning,
As rain starts pouring down.
My cheeks now wet,
I search for an umbrella
To keep me dry.
Protection.
What I needed then,
Long for now,
Even though he is
Not
Really
Here
Anymore.

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