The Fleeting Ghost of You
No words can bring to life the fleeting ghost of you.
You haunt my empty hours; there’s nothing I can do,
for if you think of me, I guess I’ll never know.
And how you made me thrill, no words can ever show.
4/21/2019
For Line Gauthier's Bite Size Poem #35 Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2019
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