Monday, August 19, 2013

An Apparition Of The Memory

An Apparition Of The Memory

I'm sleeping with ghosts and dreaming of phantoms

Your shadows haunt my halls like flickering lanterns

The carpeted floor still imprints your paces

Tiny strands of your hair found in the strangest of places

The sound of your name still etched on my lips

I shiver in recognition of your caressing fingertips

I witnessed your departure, beheld your ascendance

But you've overwhelmed my perception with your arrogant attendance

You've long since departed, of this I am sure

But your essence is here... forevermore.

By Justin Huskey Copyright 2003 Revised 2012

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