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Thursday, November 17, 2011

You had both feet out of the doorway and I'm not sure if you can come back,
if i can let you back.
It was before I gave up, that I had left the door open, the key under the carpet, a note saying "I'm still right here".
But you only rang the doorbell and disappeared
Like a prankster everytime

My memory of you reduced to just a voice behind the telephone;
But you left behind a ghost
Who rattles the blinds
Knocks over the flower vase
Spills magnets on the floor
And makes the phone shriek

Just to tell me we're still 'bestfriends'
And that our favorite band is coming to town
I don't believe in ghosts.
Much less
A ghost who wants me to see him
but wouldn't show his face

she's not here @

4:44 PM