Gone
You are a wraith to me now
Nothing but a memory
Faded to a muzy shadow
On the page
Flood damage has crinkled your edges
Coffee rings daisy chain your face
In little etched scars
You are smiling soft and sad
Sigh like the birds we always tried to catch as children
Flit away and then edge back knowing we never were a real threat
This page is dog eared
Corners frayed into a soft brush
Memories made trickling to the back of my mind
To be sheeted in cobwebs
Hide from the rest of me
The loss of you burns my eyes still
As I crumble into a sound
Your voice calling from pages
Bound shut for so many years
Posted: Thursday, December 26th, 2019 @ 10:07 am
Categories: Poems, The Sight.
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