When a goodbye is made

There’s a ghost in my lungs
I breathed in when you left
me and now it lives there, a
sad shadow of something
once felt, had, lived in and
loved..a memory lost on edges
of yesterday

Time is an arc, a cavern, a cave
the moment of waiting when a goodbye
is made

My head fills with that shadow
rising from my chest from my
past I see feel hear her eyes
her voice a echoing melody…
her touch lasting for long
seconds on hot skin on fingers
on expectations

The echoes last on resonant
reverberation, the frequency  
moving atoms against atoms
against the chance that what
was…might be again but a sad
reasoning makes it clear; the
stain fades away

Time is an arc, a cavern, a cave
the moment of waiting when a goodbye
is made

The ghost holds on but lasting
out time is impossible once the
heart no longer notices the stain
hears the reverb the little motion
air against air an echo falling a
long long way through time and
transparent to my past

Time is an arc, a cavern, a cave
the moment of waiting when a goodbye
is made

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