You're a ghost
but your hearts still beating
I wish you couldn't walk through walls
I wish when you touched me it
Didn't feel like whispers of fingers
Brushing mine
I wish for a lot of things
Like how I want our love to
Be more than a faded after-image
Of happiness-
but it is.
I wish it wasn't.
I wish a lot of things
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
