LostA Story by Manda
He's haunting me,
I can feel him around me, Sometimes unexpectedly. Other times, if I pay attention, I can feel him next to me, Arm around my shoulder, Callused hand in mine Memories of cologne, Movies, iced tea, and toys Dance in my memory. I can feel the sobs creep up, In my dreams I feel desperate, Desperate to bring you back with me. Promises of things we'll never share Dances, food, dates, love, memories You were there for most, And in ghost, I know you will for the rest...
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Added on March 3, 2012 Last Updated on March 3, 2012 AuthorMandaAlbuquerque , NMAboutI'm terrible at these "about me" things. Well, I'm a worker at a daycare on her way onto becoming a teacher and writer. My quirky sense of humor,love for morbid and disturbing horror, and familiarity .. more..Writing
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