to the man i once loved: a poetry

• Note from the Ghost •

named to see
the shadow on spree
flying, running
gone too gently
not to be caught
bailed for free.

as gentle as i can be,
i hid the note on his chair.
and leave the love
lying on his lair.

careful as i did,
i hugged him from the back,
kissed him on the post
gave him a smack,
and stood like a ghost
tolling invisibly
as cold as a rack.

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