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i sit in the same place as i did last year desk worn smooth beneath my hand the sunlight spills through the glass window just like it always has here i listen to a new voice speak a different cadence and a different tone but i am not listening to the lecture of the teacher in this place i feel all alone i look up from my bleeding cuticles mind refocusing on the words and for a single aching second i see it, there you are your dark red hair catches in the light the way it always has when you turn to write laughter just behind your lips diamond iris sparking like struck flint standing in front of the board, it is you— until it isn’t faster than it came, the illusion shatters pain sharp as chalk dust in my throat my heart stumbles like it forgot how to move forward without you leading it homeward i miss you more than words can hold more than ink can write more than silence can carry and yet i sit in this room with this new voice her new name pretending not to see your ghost in every empty space
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Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 7:55 PM UTC
new story, old ghost
i sit in the same place as i did last year desk worn smooth beneath my hand the sunlight spills through the glass window just like it always has here i listen to a new voice speak a different cadence and a different tone but i am not listening to the lecture of the teacher in this place i feel all alone i look up from my bleeding cuticles mind refocusing on the words and for a single aching second i see it, there you are your dark red hair catches in the light the way it always has when you turn to write laughter just behind your lips diamond iris sparking like struck flint standing in front of the board, it is you— until it isn’t faster than it came, the illusion shatters pain sharp as chalk dust in my throat my heart stumbles like it forgot how to move forward without you leading it homeward i miss you more than words can hold more than ink can write more than silence can carry and yet i sit in this room with this new voice her new name pretending not to see your ghost in every empty space
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poetrymylove
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 7:55 PM UTC
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