Old Haunts

• There is always the trace of you
• in these places we once called ours.
• I’m here again today and
• now they’re only mine and yours.
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• I come from time to time
• just to see if things have changed.
• Not much has
• though there’s a new couch now.
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• And there is still
• that familiar knot
• in the butter of this biscuit
• as savory as our kisses were.
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• My coffee is still dark
• like the blades of your eyes,
• your rooibos tea now
• a touch lighter than mine.
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• I’m here to find
• what only I can see.
• What you always saw,
• what I simply perceived.
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• I’m stronger this time
• but I still bend like your smile.
• The new couch is staring at me
• and I’m wondering what is right.