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i have been
searching for
traces of
what we were
a ghost of you
is all that i have left
is all that i have left of you to hold
i wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
and nothing left of what we were at all

so here i am pacing around this house again
with pictures of us living on these walls
i see my breath in the cold of the air that i breathe and i'm

and i'm not looking for
anything but us
anything but what we were
and i'm not asking for
painted memories
i only want to know you're here

a ghost of you
is all that i have left
is all that i have left of you to hold