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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