You shift and phase in and out of my thoughts
I have been sick with images of you
Snapshots in my brain like pictures hidden in a shoebox
Found all dusty and once forgotten
You are a happy little bunny rabbit
I am what I am
Building bomb shelters to protect me from my own meltdowns
You walk through me
A semi-visible phantom
Sending chills through me
I wake with tears in my eyes and I can't remember why
It's intense isn't it
The passing of days
The measuring of minutes
The letting go
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