Sometimes I swear I can hear your voice or feel your hand on my face.
Glimpses of memories in every corner of that house and in this town.
Every day I look in the mirror and I see you peaking through, ever more as the weight continues to come off.
Your smells have faded but every so often i catch a whiff of a cigarette, musk perfume or coffee and i know your there.
So im sitting here, in a home you only walked in once. Watching the sunset and remembering what you would always tell me.
"A sunset is a painting that a god does every day".
I close my eyes and I can see you standing at home, arms crossed watching it too.
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