Insubstantial
Cast by the glory
Of sunny days,
The dark crease
In the corner
Of smiling lips.
The weight of
Memories from a
Lost, heavy crown.
Every new lover,
Her essence in
Their silver scent.
Every golden
Moment gilded
In her absence.
This beautiful life-
Everything it is
Is what it could be,
Is a ramshackle mansion
Threadbare and barren;
As I look over
My shoulder
To share the moment
With her ghost.
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