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My Ghost!
My Ghost!
You are a Ghost!
True that.
Buried, locked or banished,
No bars too strong for you.
Through the vulnerable cracks of memory,
You creep in ...my ghost.
You hold me at ransom
The projector turns on…
I see hands held and secret smiles exchanged,
Young hearts beating as one.
Was it friendship?
Was it love?
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You didn't wait to give it shape!
Will-o-the wisp...why did you have to go into the silence?
The band-aid long has gone,
The scar itches though...
A fortress built and barriers erected,
My darling ghost mourned and forgotten.
Ah!
And then one day…
When I open my heart and smile at the moon,
There you are my Ghost…
Just a memory away!
