The moment
Became a ghost
Hands clenched
Without a coat
No time to prepare
An aging heart
Bitterness rose
In a wooly scarf.
To turn a corner
Same old street
Eyes unaware
At first to meet
You again
After many years
Time has healed
The many tears.
A startled look
Where have you been
What filled your years
Its so unreal ?
This moment now
Becomes a ghost
An aging heart
Without a coat.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments4
Thank you N. I had a coat. I became a bore at a party, so I had to say 'I'll get my coat' (and be gone). lol.
hope you said farewell on your way out lol
I had overstayed my welcome! lol.
best to leave lol
I like the way that the second character is left anonymous and can be taken for an old lover, friend or even a symbolic piece of oneself. The startle at seeing and the wondering of where they had been as a ghost fits so well. Very nicely worked out and written a fave
Most kind comments, appreciated and thanks
You are most welcome
Lovely sentiment. Great write and share!
thanks for reading its much appreciated
Well done Norman
most kind, thanking you and much appreciated
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