You awake next to a warm spot,
And that empty darkness grows hot,
Loyal abandonment recalled, forgot
And there’s a lover where a person’s not.

An unattended party, you’re the host;
With open doors, unlocked, left closed.
The fading warm-spot starts to roast,
And the thing that touches you the most
Is the formless finger of a former ghost.

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