Monday, July 7, 2014

Ghostly

So I feel your presence
And tell myself that you're there
Through life's wear and tear.
As ghostly as it seems.

You're like the blisters
in cracked glass
Waiting to create shards
Of a piece so beautiful.

Through crystal eyes
Do I see
Your ghostly self
Wring every hope
I once had.

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