Memories remain
like the grave stone in my heart
steady and unmoved
with the many years that has passed
suddenly I see you
walking out that gate
in the same pretty dress
with the same tip-to walk
the sun shines again
In this dead cold heart
like the flowers blossom
after a winter aghast
wishing to hold you
I hurry down the path
but as I near
you mist out so fast
a glimpse is all
that I get of you
Realising it then
have seen the GHOST OF YOU....
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