Thursday, July 21, 2016


We have been talking of graveyards and ghosts
Of the mysteries and the intangibles
Of fear and dark thoughts

And I somehow end up thinking
Of you, 
who left too early
And of you, 
who left it for too late
But most of all,
I think of you
Who didn't know you were gone
And I wonder
About what could have been
If our places were swapped
And I cannot but think
You think it too.

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