2.21.2010

could swear

i heard your ghost after you'd gone.
i saw an echo i swore wasn't mine.
now i'd say these things to you—
but who can speak into time?
 
the night was dead & still i felt—
or knew the heat of your breath.

though even as i knew—
you were naught.

& i could swear you were there.
i could swear,
but you're naught.

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