the ghost of you

litters the sidewalks in blurs

like passersby

you could have been here

you should have been here.

i’ve kept all of your promises

sealed safe in my pockets

and i’ve held onto your words

with a grip so unyielding

and a faith so unwavering.

my bones are starting to ache

from all of this waiting

and all of the love i have

that’s starting to break through

my skin.

well,

i’ll wait.

arms crossed, eyes forward

searching for your face

in a sea of faces

that is almost always

you

but never really

you.

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first in a series inspired by EmmaConner.

-- thanks, Lis <3

<3C