Composed 11/8/14
Description: A note I left behind.
Though I feel like I’d died in ripping agony
in your arms a thousand times
I like how I am still ghosts
on your walls
How my presence lurks
like candlelight casting shadows
shifting
lingering
in every empty space
So little else remains
I wonder
I hope?
My touch still comforts
Still haunts
Scraps of Paper 