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I sometimes see the ghost of what we were---

when we enjoyed true happiness together,

which never really seemed like "might have been."

But we will not experience that again;

and with that statement, sadly, you concur.

Sometimes, during the days of dismal weather---

when rain dashes against the windowpanes

and rough winds coldly slam against young trees---

I think we are like two parentheses,

with only a blank emptiness between

us; only that, of ourselves, still remains,

obliquely glimpsed, but never wholly seen

because the spectre is so well disguised:

to keep appearances uncompromised.

Starward