A Wandering Soul

The hands of the departed still tickle

forcing me to laugh

cold and warm

and I insist on calling you love

because I am mad.

I wanted to save you,

but I lost you

before I found you,

my love.

 

- "Bellamy", in "House of Sorrow" by Ana Gonzalez.

 

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Taken on November 7, 2011