Haunting — After Adele, Hello (a golden shovel poem)

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In between heartbeats, you may hear me — hello.
When you feel my breath in autumn air, from 
the crack beneath the door, you’ll know — the 
touch on your shoulder. Maybe there’s some other 
explanation, still you just can’t shake it. Side
against the crazy ones. Swear I don’t exist.
will still sit and watch you sleeping. You must 
feel my lips in the bend of your elbows — I have 
kissed you there a thousand times. I have called 
your name to the walls, felt you flinch. Proof in
breathless moment (It’s been at least a thousand 
since you said goodbye.) I’ll be back as many times.
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POETIC FORM
golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.
POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:
For today’s prompt, write a haunted poem.
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