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Feb 2015
In the conservatory with the windows open wide I can still smell your pipe smoke.
I walk past and feel your oilskins' brush my hand.
I found some snippets of jet black hair left in my jewellery tray.
Your crash helmet  sits on the hallway table.
I swear it wasn't there yesterday.
A visiting spirit playing games with my memory.
I'm  guessing that's all it  can be.
Or maybe I haven't accepted you're gone.
Love lingering too long.
(C) LIVVI
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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   --- and John Edward Smallshaw
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