Sunday, April 6, 2014

Oh Claude,
The ache.
The longing ache.
Consuming.
A love not returned.
You're a ghost that lingers.
Ripping into my flesh,
Through bone.
My heart.
The shape of your face,
It does that.
Your eyes see through me.
Invisible.
The sun sets.
We shared these water coloured skies,
Once.
Oh Claude.

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