They were haunted by the ghosts of past lovers
Shimmering in the shadows
of their conversation,
Hanging on every word,
ethereal
but real.
Their souls met
in a neverland
populated by images
of themselves;
But, seen through the looking glass
of a fun-house mirror,
distorted by tricks
and funny faces.
How could they ever see with
the clarity of their hearts?
Could they hear the pounding,
and the coursing blood,
rich with the oxygen of life-giving air?
In the end,
he knew that she would see
the purity of his soul
and the ghosts
would disappear
in the cloud
of the past.
They would create
new ghosts
for the future.
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