She whispers in my ear,
‘Can you not see me?’
I look over my shoulder.
No one is there.
‘Nope’, I responded.
‘Well why the hell not??’
‘It’s because you’re gone babe.’
I took a big swig from my drink,
that was dangling between my fingers.
I sat back in my chair,
with my eyes almost shut,
and my voice is barely louder than a whisper.
‘You’re gone babe. You're gone…'
-C.H.
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