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Sitting with my back to the door
Pressed for warmth and a hug,
Trying to kiss my tears goodbye
Trying to hide a little shrug.

The creases don’t iron out
The folds don’t stay neat anymore,
I try to maintain the stacks proper
I try to keep the smell intact.

The lights die out slowly
I become like a distorted shadow,
Trying to retain the little mystique
Trying not to see the ghosts.

The melodies haunt my ears
Getting entangled with my moods,
I try to reach out and touch them
I try to feel, hold and love them.

The words are stuck on my tongue
And the sight in my eyes,
But to give up and let it go
Perhaps, I can only try.