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My Ghost
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My Ghost
My ghost still haunts me.
Still follows me thru my day.
But as times passes quietly,
he'll slowly fade away.
Soon his ghostly hand
won't tauntingly touch my heart.
All the memories of caresses,
like him, sure to depart.
His face still in my memory.
His words ring in my ears.
He's fading into darkness now.
Forsaking all our years.
Your touch can no longer reach me
Your words my ears won't hear
I know it won't be much longer love,
'til you completely disappear.
One day you'll come a-haunting me,
like perfume on the wind.
Vague memories come into focus
brief thoughts of you again.
they (memories) only fade when their left unguarded! LOL (Lots of Love)
Yes - like the smell of a lover
in the pillows and bed covering
which one cherishes as when that
love passes or moves on.
Eventually it becomes neturalized
and there is a new lost - the lost
of those haunting memories or the
lost of "lost". What is born of
that in moment of secondary lost
is the freedom and the permission
given you by that "Ghost" to go on!
This is very moving, Kim. I know where the depth of feeling began, but I, like you, don't know where it will ebb or end. Maybe there will come a day when the memories are more softly poignant than painfully bittersweet. As always, good write.
Jessica
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