Now you're dead and gone,
I often sense your ghost pass
Through these silent walls.
I recall I was the one
Who gave you flowers
When no other lover would.
I remember when
You fell from grace and the world
Turned its gaze from you.
I recall days by
The river in sweet summer,
And warm embraces,
Between you and I, always.
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