Ghosts of Lost Love
Bad sleep,
The tragic past
And summer heat,
The almost boarding
Shuffle of feet. This
Deja vu sunrise
Reminds me of
Poetry I left behind,
Ghosts of lost love,
Gone and incomplete.
I thought
That maybe this
Face would survive,
My healer at last
Had arrived, to peel
My wrinkled skin,
To reveal my source
Of pain, she was soft
And seemed to know,
She touched my soul.
Strange
How it cracked,
The weight was
Greater than our
House of glass, the
Collapse was
Painless and silent,
As the waves
Of sadness
Came rolling in.
Goodbye, to
Your big eyes
Open so wide,
Packed my suitcase,
And set you free,
I will wander now
And follow
Myself home,
Thankful for
Everything.
Especially for
Ghosts of lost love.
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