The Ghost of You Keeps Haunting Me

Oh, love, death cannot part us so easily.

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Tonight again I hear the telltale trio of knocks on my bedroom door, and I know it’s you.

But I open the door and no one’s there.

The only thing that keeps me hoping is the scent of rosewater and lemon — the perfume that followed after you in life and lingers even though your body’s…