You, it seems, cannot escape
my thoughts for long.
When released, they hunt you down
and ask such sweet questions
which now must go unanswered.
It’s a sorrowful business, this
and in spite of my best endeavours
I cannot train my thoughts to look elsewhere.
They have your scent,
a trail across the broken grass where
your foot fell as you walked away
and they’re so unwilling to let drop
the innocent pursuit of a lost
and a once and a still loved one.
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