Hologram
I see him on the park bench, his red soccer shirt
No pain, no anguish and no deadly hurt
He flickers like a hologram, finishing its show
Clouds emerge above him, shadowing his glow
I run across to meet him, my footsteps have no sound
Before I stop he disappears, he's nowhere to be found
Copyright © Kate Moore | Year Posted 2011
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