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The Ghost

You were but a diaphanous vapor just passing through...
A nameless enigma suspended in time...
With transparent emotions afloat in my atmosphere-
A most brillant performer in the silence-a grand mime;

An absolute and contradiction splitting...
Only both sides of your ID could made you whole-
A Ghost come calling in a heinous haunting...
A memory so devastating- its taken its toll;

Remembrance drawing daily in my minds eye...
Tormenting flutters of our days gone by...
Hopeless dreams lost in the cloud filled sky...
My tears-as raindrops- now fall from upon high;

Dedicated To: A long-lost early love
In Seattle. An early learning experience.

poem by Theodora Onken
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