because you last slept there
the sheets had been changed
the bed had been stripped
but you still linger
you that I should not love
you that I should not want
you that is all but yes
and how do I explain the ghost of you
imprinted in this room
imprinted on my heart
wafting in like a warm evening breeze
rolling over my brow
caressing my cheek
I don't know where you are tonight
where in this vast world you are sleeping
some hotel in some town west of me
but tonight I sleep with you
the ghost of you
in my guest room
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