In the half awake twilight
In the space between worlds
In the place where my mind takes over
That is where she still lives
In the shadow that scuttles away from the edge of vision
In the cobwebs that cling in the corners of the attic
In all those places where the dust gathers unnoticed
That is where she still lives
In the background of my thoughts
Ever at the periphery
Behind every action I take
Behind every smile I fake
Inside every dream that frightens me awake
That is where she still lives
She is a ghost in the machine
A shape beneath the surface
A voice whispering through the static
Entwined
Entombed
We are made up of the pieces left behind by those we loved before
And who we once were
For them
Because of them
And who we were
In spite of them
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