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Ghost
How quiet the room is.
the low hum of lights overhead and 4 stifling white walls
curtains drawn and the floor strewn with clothes
vacant, no wearer to fill up to its seams.
As if under possession of some spirit
perhaps-- a brooding storm, long drifted away
had found its way to my room, wandering
and stayed. crept like cool ivy
through the cracks of the closet door, tread on cream carpet, and you leap--
On ruffled pillows and bed cover, laughed
breathed life ,
into our photos, frames perched on my shelves
your favourite books and melodies sing sweet memory
A cloud, that rained so generously, love--
love through all those seasons
In this manner, with a little carefree smile and dreamful eyes,
you fled straight through the panes of the window
Elusive, like some ghost
your shadows linger where I once followed --and still follow,
tracing the silhouette of you through every
hollow depth in everything I have and I am
Still etched somewhere, your tombstone
The letters that spell out your name on my heart
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