Pieces of You

Looking around for pieces of you

A book, a shirt, a thought you left behind

I found your fragrance behind the bookcase

As I dusted

Your face haunts my mind

Sometimes I swear I feel your weight beside me in bed

Feel you move the covers

Feel you in the lead-heavy air that hangs above me

You haunt my mind

But I know that you're a dream

Pieces of a man that used to be

Pieces stuck in the cobwebs of my mind

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