Original lingering spirits

There’s a picture of three ghosts beside my bed

A mother, a daughter and a dad

If I stare for long

I feel a glimpse of recognition

It’s there scratching inside my skull

As if it were an egg to break

As if I just sat here screaming

Maybe it would get through

Thoughts of me, thought of you

It’s all the same

Yet I feel so separate

Missing you, a piece of me

An organ removed, but not replaced

Transplantation incomplete

There’s a picture of three ghosts beside my bed

A man, a woman and a babe

They look so happy together

A beautiful moment in time

They are not quite strangers

As if I knew them once

If I just sit here crying

There’s no way they will come back to me

Dreams of you, dreams of me

As if we’re separate

I still feel the same

Replacing you, completing me

Realizing nothing’s missing

Transplantation unneeded

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