You fall onto me
A ghost from the ceiling
Picking memories
As if a strand of melodies
Your hands search
As if you’ve known me
And I wonder
Did you?
Faint words land like tears
Upon the pillow by my ears
And your kiss just a whisper
I cannot feel
And I realize
It’s me that isn’t real
I’m the one
Your silence killed
HASTYWORDS 
Rather a damning poem that, Sunset…
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Wow, this is really good! I love the imagery you used to set tone.
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