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By Star of David Date: 2013 Feb 04 Comment on this Work [[2013.02.04.03.16.31831]] |
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sometimes when I enter a room I think that you have just left it – I can feel you almost a shimmering suggestion a slight pulsating glow of where you where and where you are not a scent perhaps, but then again – it follows me everywhere that scent that is you surely it cannot be? the clothes in the wardrobe move ever so slightly, like you just closed the door and in the air there is a sense of – expectancy? disappointment? aloneness? call it what you will I carry you with me everywhere, it must be me maybe you are there behind that curtain teasing me or at the foot of the bed where you used to stand surely you must be somewhere you are everywhere maybe one day you will return and I will open a door and walk into a room only to see you standing there, with that signature half-turn glancing at me like you used to and you will say ‘a bath, with me?’ and I will say ‘no, no, let me just look at you oh let me just look at you’ |