In the pouring rain
With petrichor wafting in
And misted windows
You ordered an espresso
And I went with carrot cake
And hated it
That's one thing that hasn't changed
My hatred for carrot cake
Being with you was weird
And yet fulfilling as well
And then suddenly
As suddenly as it started
It was gone
They told me a blade did it
That you'd sliced an artery
And little by little
The beeping on the LCD
Took you farther and farther away
Away from me
I wonder what I didn't see coming
I wish it was all a dream
But sometimes
On certain moonlit nights
I can see a silhouette
Twirling clockwise now
And anticlockwise too
Is it you I wonder
As I sit by the window
Tell me you loved me
Are you back to haunt me?
Is this what it's like
Dancing with the ghost of you?
The Bilge Master
It's like petrichor.
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