From here I see.
From here I witness.
That which was not so long ago.

From here I question.
From here I fear.
The tears, now dry, again shall  flow.

Holding you here.
I remember the words
and deeds so clear.

I keep the days.
The hopes and dreams.
Aged and cracked as if clay.

Born of your eyes.
Once again realized.
Warmth long past or thrown away.

Perhaps what you see
in this ghost that is me,
are the shadows of one once real.

Passing through walls.
Alone in the halls.
I can touch, yet no longer feel.

From here I see.
From here I witness.
The charms you honestly show.

From here I fear.
From here I question.
Just when you will decide to go.

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