Sometimes I see you.
You’re the ghost of my past.
You smile at me like a child,
Like a puppy,
Like a long lost friend who’d been meaning to call.
Don’t think for one second
That because I smile, we are friends.
Don’t think that because I feel you standing there,
That you hold me back.
When the time comes
You will disappear,
Your memory will fade
And just like a bad dream
I will wake up and you will be gone, forever!
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