I see him in the distance
I feel him in the air
I feel a feeling
I really can't compare
Some nights he drives a bus
The others he is up the wall
God please help
It's gonna be a great fall
He watches me I swear to God
I know his peas from the pod
He may be that pesky neighbour
With feelings of Arbor
Perhaps he just uses that dark car
Or a telescope through the door
Perhaps he spams my mailbox
Isn't he that cunning fox
Somedays I hear the phone bells
Tis his voice I cannot miss
I dream still of his virtual kiss
His poems and his words
Are in my heart mere swords
Scourging and healing
My soul from the very insides
My ghost still watches me
I feel him in the air
This lifetime cannot compete
With a feeling so rare
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