By Jane Nguyen
Would you dream of me in another world?
Where I’d be a stranger
our eyes unlocked
our lips untouched
A reality where we brush arms crossing the road,
walking towards opposite lives
Would you feel the burn of my essence,
the presence of me lingering on your skin?
Would you have known that it was me?
Will you dream of me when I am dead?
When I am nothing but a ghost,
a being without a body
The memory of me slipping away into the dark
The phantom scent of my sickly sweet perfume
A blur of shadow in the mirror,
a specter of the mind
An outline in rumpled sheets
An imprint in your life,
stubborn and unyielding
A being without a body
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