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Regrets

I asked you not to phone
and it’s been silent ever since.
But still…

I hear your blue guitar
and wonder…
if I’m out of tune
or out of time.

I see my footsteps
echo back…
and hope
you are the one
following me.

You found me…
once, like a jigsaw piece
separated from its puzzle.

I visit the place
you used to live…
a tourist with a camera.

But when I return home,
I go to sleep…

with the light on.

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