you're still at my fingertips
in my dreams, you (that ghost, that once was...)
is evident, always.
they haunt me, those flickers of memories
that hold onto my mind like sucker fish.
it's the worst when i'm lost inside my head,
lingering in my smoke at some random restaurant.
and all i want to say, all i can do, is
grope my way back, and flutter into reality.

it's a fact.
you're not here anymore.

so i reach my hand up,
and emerge out of the fog,
only able to voice two words:

check please.

07/19/2003

Posted on 07/19/2003
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