but a ghost

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Poetry

Don't pull away;

As you do the icy winds

and snowy days consume me.



I need your warmth.

I need your touch.

I need your concern.

I need you.



When stretched apart,

We simply bounce back,

come back,

a yo-yo: a boomerang,

returning: unquestioning.



I can hardly believe my eyes:

your love,

my love,

our love.

I can do naught but hope it will continue.



For without you, what would I be but a ghost?

with even ghosts haunting me.



.....still loving.

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