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Submitted: August 27, 2017

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Submitted: August 27, 2017



The wind has changed

It's a cruel breeze blowing.

Storm clouds rolling in,

I feel the change coming.


Here I go again,

dancing with your ghost again.

It is real?

Or is it imagined?

Is it "now"?

Or is it "has been"?


If I close my eyes

You are all I see.

I know your face,

and how in your arms, is no safer space.

I can almost feel your breath, on my neck.

But I'm dancing with your ghost again.


This time you are really gone.

I wonder, were you ever here at all.

Maybe just a short stay, on your way to something better.

You left me standing, left me hanging.

Left me crying, almost dying.


I dont think I will ever get over it.

So I built a wall, and just got on with it.

I also built a life-far, far beyond your wall.

But sometimes I wander back,

like someone retracing their path.

Looking for what they've lost.

And that's where I find you.

I find your ghost.



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