In every bakery shop/motorcycle stall/concert hall
I breathe you
Miss you in ways I cannot miss you
My phantom/companion/brother
Lines in the sand blown to nothing
In wind’s tongue
In poetry
We speak
Phantom
In every bakery shop/motorcycle stall/concert hall
I breathe you
Miss you in ways I cannot miss you
My phantom/companion/brother
Lines in the sand blown to nothing
In wind’s tongue
In poetry
We speak
AbyKittiwake 
I like this; when someone gets inside your heart miss them in ways you never imagined.
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Thank you.
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