Ghost

A lingering essence

A faint Scent

But why, however minuscule a pungent sting

 

Nothing more than a fading photograph

A spirit of memories lost

But, why do you still haunt me like a ghost of tomorrow’s past

 

Here, yet not

So intangible, but always within grasp

Sometimes I wonder if you took apart of me or if I have a stolen piece of you

 

At last I feel you with me!

But ever so suddenly you vanish once more

With a blink of an eye, you disappear

Moments pass by; I step forward

Nothing…

 

Finally, “I’ve escaped!” I thought

But then, I hear your voice echo in my ears

I’m trapped

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