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greatpoetry2008-10-12 08:51 pm
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Nicole Blackman - Gone
When I am gone your pillows will smell like me.
When I am gone the ice cubes in your glass and
the sway of your curtains will sound like me.
When I am gone your toothbrush and milk carton will taste like me.
When I am gone everyone who passes by your window
and everyone on your television will look like me.
When I am gone the curve of your telephone,
the blade of your razor,
and the fur of your cat will feel like me.
When I am gone you will tell your landlady
that you're leaving at the end of the month.
You will swear your apartment is haunted.
When I am gone the ice cubes in your glass and
the sway of your curtains will sound like me.
When I am gone your toothbrush and milk carton will taste like me.
When I am gone everyone who passes by your window
and everyone on your television will look like me.
When I am gone the curve of your telephone,
the blade of your razor,
and the fur of your cat will feel like me.
When I am gone you will tell your landlady
that you're leaving at the end of the month.
You will swear your apartment is haunted.
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