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Nobody, no body

By Jane Nguyen

Would you dream of me in another world?

Where I’d be a stranger

our eyes unlocked

our lips untouched

A reality where we brush arms crossing the road,

walking towards opposite lives

Would you feel the burn of my essence,

the presence of me lingering on your skin?

Would you have known that it was me?

Will you dream of me when I am dead?

When I am nothing but a ghost,

a being without a body

The memory of me slipping away into the dark

The phantom scent of my sickly sweet perfume

A blur of shadow in the mirror,

a specter of the mind

An outline in rumpled sheets

An imprint in your life,

stubborn and unyielding

A being without a body


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