-She was the one I held onto for so long. Her warmth long gone. She was just a memory. Her smile and the sweetness she revealed. Her laughter. She laughed much, if the memory correlates correctly to the moments shared. That was long ago. She was the one I held onto. The innocence, it just permeated her space and maybe drew me close. It was about the way she made me feel, about the way I made her feel. For so long a ghost. Her voice has yielded long since and there is no sound that would remind me of her. There is no laughter I may hear that would have so much as scant an impression of her own. She has left my dreams and is no longer roaming my mind…but there are moments when I consciously think of her and for a second there is the image, like turning out the lights in the night and recognizing the reflection in the mirror, not your own.
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