"there is no one here," she told him,
"no ghosts...
no one."
but I am here.
I am waiting by the corner
and i am sitting in your chair.
I am watching the cat
tick his tail to the clock
and it soothes this heart
which she says i have not got
it helps, too, the rhythm -
the routine of borrowed time
yes, i am in your room at night
making your dreams into mine
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