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I never know if you really existed.
I remember only your ghost imprint,
a flowing white cotton nightgown,
your naked silhouette apparent by light.

I remember the fragrance of jasmine,
pots of hot oolong tea,
curry salmon with mashed potatoes,
and spooning while half asleep.

Your image is of questionable reality,
a breeze blowing through the window,
the dancing of the curtains,
no one ever really knows for sure.

What is real is uncertain.
What happened is forgettable.

© 2012, DeanWalker. All rights reserved.

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    Anya
    November 16, 2012 at 9:50 pm ·

    I love the details that you chose the describe, and the way you described them. :) The feeling it evokes is *so* familiar.

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    DeanWalker (Author)
    November 17, 2012 at 10:35 am ·

    Thanks, Anya. I appreciate your kind words.
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    Dani Heart
    November 20, 2012 at 12:56 pm ·

    I could swear I commented on this… hmmm Anyway, lovely verse Dean. Nice imagery. :)
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    Melody Haislip
    November 25, 2012 at 10:46 am ·

    Dean, I love your other work, but I looooove it when you break out in poetry. You have a real gift for it, a feel for expressing deep emotions. Wish you’d do it more often. Lovely. :)
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