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New poetry

Like the opaque breath on a frozen morning
You’ll come and fade into the air
You’re the salt water in my eyes
the wind in my hair
You’re in the sound waves
In moments so déjà-vu
in the shadows of the night
are remnants of you 
I can see you in the mirror
because I reflect you, always
since your soul left the cadaver
and in those passing days
Like the flame of my lighter
you spark and blow away
and the smoke that remains
are all the words you’ll never say