I can feel you
in the russell of the wind
I can hear you
now that I'm listen
I'll look for you,
in every shadow that I pass
and every new
taken photograph
Hunted by your memory
hunted by this feeling creeping over me
I can feel, you breath against my neck
I can hear you whisper in my ear
please don't leave
I wake up in the night
at the slightest sound
slowly turning corners
hoping you'll be found
lurking in the darkness
watching over me
protecting
scaring
hunting me
Hunted by your memory
1 comment:
Wow. This is a very meaningful and intese poem. When the ppl. we love leave this earth there is always a part of them that remains. I am so sorry for your loss. He must have been a tremendous friend.
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