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writing free of charge (including translation into any
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and that it remain intact and complete, including title and 
credit to the original author.

Ezekiel J. Krahlin


© 1997 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin

i rest my head upon the door of 689
a chill breeze whistles inside your old apartment
and i weep
for our ghosts in tender embrace
beneath the pentagram

for a short span of weeks
kind words and dear caresses
sweeter than i have ever known in my life
i am afraid
will never know again

i cannot believe it's over
i do not believe it's over

dearly beloved

your ghost slips by my door
and smiles
passes me on the carpeted stairs
but vanishes
though i stand there for
another shower of kisses and tender hugs

i hate this building in which i live
now that you are gone
i weep all the time
i cannot stand to enter it

i cry over a blueberry waffle
and jittery
spill some milk as i raise the cup
to my lips
wishing to touch your stubbled cheek again
wishing to share a simple pleasure
in the simple way
of simple love