Ghost
The past haunts me
The spectre of a man
Reaches out for me
And I...
I reach out for him
How I long to feel his touch
Once more
How the hollow place is filled
By his presence
The sensation of him sends shivers
Though touch be unfelt
Time changes nothing
I once loved
I love
I will love again
A ghost I become and will remain
Words: ©2018LCR
Image: ©Adam S. Doyle
Image: ©Adam S. Doyle
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