Ghostly Images

Ghostly images remain
of days we danced to each refrain;
I watch and wish it could be true
within a touch of flesh again.

Days of love when magic made
the nights endure through loving ways,
you and I the instruments
of its composure.

I watch and seek a meaning
to these ghostly images
that seem to haunt me now,
for you are gone,
no matter what I wish.

Whispering, in silence speaking,
they merely tell me this:
that love is true
although you couldn't be...

? Michaelette ?

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