Emma Fleming

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Like A Ghost

I ask no questions
And you
Never speak her name
This is where we go to forget

Still
She's there
With us
Silent at the edge of the bed

Lately I see her
In the street
Pass her in corridors
Even without you
She's there

Fleeting glimpse of a strange figure
You brought her in
It's me she haunts
Like a ghost
Not yet dead