i can't shake youMature

i can’t shake you.
my mother says
i have to want to shake you

you are my Sunday mornings
    the crossword over coffee
    the croissant, the smell of my
    shampoo, the pages of a novel,
    the softness of a throw blanket.

you are the ghost who has haunted my dreams
since before i started remembering
the faces you wear in them.

The End

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