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To The Living Ghost
October 20, 2015
This is a sonnet because of you and
your opinions on Shakespeare, reminding
me of you; shaking in fear, clammy hands,
on the floor whining about me finding
you. I remember you saying I “ got
it”. We walked sharing headphones, tapping our
feet on the cobblestones, boots harsh but not
loud enough to draw attention that far.
Your smile lit up the room, we didn't need light.
I could sleep in a dark room with you , but
the monsters under the bed wanna fight.
You left with few words, “ I love you too” cut
short. Unlike you. You’re pretty tall, a space
under 6ft, I can not fill, fatal case.
© Rebecca B., Santa Clara, CA
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