One summer spent chasing a ghost
one summer spent haunted by her melancholy yet beautiful presence;
at every turn, she was there
in every dream she was there
calling out to him;
reaching from beyond the void of the reflecting glass
as if trying to feel the warmth of his skin
as if trying to hold onto the life once lived;
from this fate neither could escape.
Good poem. I like the way you
Good poem. I like the way you leave the element of mystery there for the reader to ponder. The poem pulls me back for multiple reads.