Yesterday I came home to meet your ghost in my living room
Flipping through my books and sipping my oola
Odd, because you drink coffee
And because I had only just left you at the Marseille train station
The end of a long day in wounded silence
And whereas your expression had been vengeful
As you kindly packed my luggage into a taxi we refused to share
Your ghost didn't seem to hold a grudge
He simply took my shoulders in his tender sun-kissed hands
And said, "Honey, you look half-dead!"
Come out with me
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