Gone but Here

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My boots make their presence known
Midnight has begun the next day
The moon watches over me in silence
Street lights barely light the way

Our house sits alone and cold
In the middle our street
I drift through the tightly secure door
But this time our eyes don’t meet

You sit in silence with open bottles
Tears race down your face
But I have no words of comfort
For I am but a spirit in the place

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