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His Ghost




Out of the corner of my eye, a guy appears wearing
a plaid shirt and ear buds
stuck in his ears, oblivious to the world.
My heart skips a beat as I quickly turn, thinking it's my love. Disappointedly, my heart sinks once again as I realize sadly, no, it was only someone who looks vaguely similar to him.
Now back to scanning the crowds for him,
as if the brief bit of false hope didn't cut me deep.

I must really miss him
to see him in random people.

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