A white
ghost
hangs
at the end of my bed
keeps reminding me of
things left
unsaid
the satin,
wrinkled
winks at me
at times brings back
fond
memories
those times we looked
up at the stars
those days we thought
the world was
ours
certain we were of
our uncertain fates
were so damn
blind
to unworkable traits
the factors that
one day would lead
us to realize
we could not
be
some things cannot
be overcome
cannot disappear with
soap and tongues
no measure could
try to
repair
sometimes I wonder:
was there anything there?
of course there was
I know for sure
it's just
time and distance
closed
our
door
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