We are the dead
who skulk about
a scar on scraps
of memories distorted
holographic promises
full of meaning
void of substance
We are the dead
who find comfort
in one another
despite the presence
of specters and exorcists
The house can be rebuilt
New photos can be shot
Another mountain conquered
We are the dead
Who love each other still
We haunt each other in separate beds
and long for each others eyes
Alive only so much in places
where we co-exist in time
We are the dead
who know what it is
To live to love each other.
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