A Catch in My Throat

There’s an emotion rising in my eyes, a catch in my throat, a whisper I cannot shake found in these halls where I connect too much with your ghost, a figment really of a girl on a beach, toes in the sand and that smile I remember most, among so many senses I cannot forget.

I took for granted she would always be there when the sun set and the sun rose until the day she wasn’t.

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