I’ve begun to wonder

If all the scraps I’ve lined my nest with

Are the ghosts of a life I have to leave

I wonder as I see the photos of a dead girl

If she was alive even then

Though she smiled

I wonder as I read old poems

See old sketches

If it is the past reverberating in my bones

Or your long lost baritone

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