Gin
hidden inside
the coat pocket,
me alone
in my quiet place.
all my thoughts
and dreams
came true
that night
we shared
our touch,
we shared
our love.
those memories
still haunt me
the pain
still alive.
I can't forget
the sound
he knock
on my
window frame.
the memory
let’s me know
you
are still here
trying
to torture me,
even if it’s
only
in my brain.
please,
let me be.
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