Poetry (words)

Last words. 

I still dream of you, sometimes in fragments, sometimes it’s like you’re right beside me. 

Words are mumbled as if it’s best not to hear them. They hang in the air still. 

I can’t recall the last words we said “love you” “goodbye” perhaps on a Sunday morning in January…..the 15th. 


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