When did we stop?
Seeing spirits in the dark.
You told me every time
especially when you saw mine.
To share this fortuitous vision
able to see only the slightest apparitions.
And somehow in complete irony
You've become a faint ghost to me.
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Author:
Alex (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
I love this poem, Alex! Did not expect the end, but it is perfect.
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