Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

Jan 4, 2006 at 01:56 o\clock

ghosts

And we never looked each other in the eye

Nor did our hands touch

Or my lips never brushed your cheek

 

In this mourning time of ending

I rummage my memory to hear your voice lilt

And ponder on your written lines

 

Were we mere fragments in space?

Without bodies who can read the signs

Salty tears and salty seas I salute you

 

 


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