Curtain Call


I thought I would have forgotten how you feel, what you smell like or even the flavour of your skin.

But every now and then, I close my eyes and you appear,
Like the ghost of memories past
And I can feel you just as close as skin.

Hear the rhythm of your heartbeat
Set to the music you and I choreographed
Like dancers in a seasoned performance

Then suddenly it ends. The music stops
Curtains closed and there I am
In the darkness
Standing alone..



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