Ghost

Dusk died with a melancholy hue

That is when I recognized the twilight of my youth

Marching towards tombstone tile

Solemnly in single file

 

With all the risks I never took

With all hands I never shook

Memories etched 

Looping lines in a skecthbook

 

Memories of her I keep still

As I read the items on her will

Now I have laid her down to rest

All she gave me was memories

Nothing more, nothing less

 

 

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