i’ve done it

i know because
i’ve done it

i’ve not made the phone calll
i’ve not sent the message
i’ve thrown my hands up
when no one was there

there
where i never was

i’ve written love poems to a Ghost Lover
instead of entering the other chamber
walking through the pain of truth
to embrace
the one who was
there
 

 

 

 

 

 

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