Still lingers on all my pillows
And sheets and stains my thoughts
With memories of love
And happiness
And it's incredible how a sense
Can remind one of a past feeling
Or event
Like the first time you told me you loved me
Or when you faded away from my world
Because you were finally happy
Just not with me
And it's incredible
That something that once may have helped me drift to sleep
Now only reminds me to change my sheets.
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