bedclothes

Night
gown
hangs
beside the linen
cast
of your body

both ghosts,

vacant cases
one filled with
the memory
shape
night terror
rest
and stitching.

The sutures remarking
on your likeness to me.

And I
in my obsessive stares,
can only frame your image

in my own.

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