every ghost is another ghost’s
reflection, the changed
host an altered
inflection of a
body loved, or suffered
in the mathematics of language, the
cosine connection yields
the shape of a word
nearly remembered, but
severed from conscious retention
I started missing you the moment
I met you, a scent or
ascension, a
you before you who I knew
and know now and will know forever again
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