this is the week i expect
sorrow to creep in and linger
like a shadow i can't shake

i was sitting in a chair
getting my hair trim
getting ready to see you 
on my way to something else

you were going to the doctor for your feet, i think
but the day tumbled with each text
worse than the prior. Then the call.

i was supposed to have a next time
your eyes watched me leave
wondering if it was the last time
It wasn't supposed to be the last time.

a couple days ago, i harnessed you
when i made her laugh
she gave me the look we all gave you

i can't remember how, now
i can't recall what was you, not me
but i'll stake a claim to this space
if this is what it means to be haunted

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