I’m not afraid of anything anymore. I’ve found out Ghosts don’t hide under my bed or in my closets either. They exist in plain sight – everyday; Conjured up by ‘our song’ playing on the radio. By the mailman’s blue eyes that are so like yours I could get utterly lost in them. They come as raindrops, kissing my skin… the way you used to. Ghosts are everywhere.

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