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the haunted hours
rendered transparent
ghost in my own life
my heart
an empty room
so still
so quiet
it hurts
salt water
tracing curves
feel of fingertips
on plastic keys
only tangible reminder
that I am made
of more than
mist
memory
things I value
slipping out
of my grip
hands still
lacking the agility
the strength
to catch the stars
as they slip from my sky
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Sigh. I feel you.
Sorry dear– sounds like its been a tough one
It has.
Nicole Lyons gave me a gift in words last night: “Crazy we are, Alone we are not.”
You caught some word-stars here
That is lovely and lyrical Aurora
♡
❤
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