Not You

The wind in my hair and

My forlorn hope

That these ghostly fingers

Can lick my cares away

This open cut

I know you aren’t here

But  I feel you

I try to forget

But the memory holds fast

Enduring want

This animosity for you

I loathe that I care

I shall drive faster

Hope for reprieve

And perhaps a chance

To again feel

For something

That is not you

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