Ghosts In the Mirror
A silhouette beckons me,
its flashing shadows strobe memories
vividly in the mirror...
to revisit, to reenter.
To touch once more for what was,
to reach, again, for what could have been.
In the mirror I see
memories, dreams, and reflections and
the ghosts of who I used to be.
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