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slowdance with a ghost
come round and stay a while
we can joke about the old times
the memories we made
the stories we created
were only in my imagination
were you even there?
were you ever real?
how could a dream dare to steal
my heart from my caged soul
dying to escape
to run to you
to embrace you
you were always real
you are still here, and i still slowdance with you every night
whilst i check my phone to see the void where your name should be
and i hold the air in front of me tight
and picture you there.