Poetry in Motion : Haunted


Those words
they keep playing
over and over
in my mind.
I must have played that song
a thousand times.
Words so powerful
yet somehow
so chilling

"I want to be haunted by the ghost..

your precious ghost..

the precious ghost of you."
I close my eyes to sleep
I see you in my dreams.
When I am awake
I catch a glimpse of you
in the corner of my eye.
I turn, to take a look
knowing, you are really not there.
I feel you.

 

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