I'm
made of dreams and memories.
I am
made of misheard whispers in the dark.
I am
made of glances across crowded rooms.
Of
the closeness of strangers in a line outside a movie.
I am
made of the corners of your mouth.
I am
made of awkward elevator rides and the lack of security one finds on a
doorstep, at the end of the evening, when one has enjoyed the company of
another.
I am
made of the train tracks that take me home.
I am
made of ghost notes, from songs you never heard.
So
forgive my absence.
But I
was never really here to begin with, anyway.
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