Aug 2021
Sometimes
when the night long,
and sleep short...
Old ghosts gather
close around me.
Of them all
the one
I always look for
among old lovers
and lost friends,
are your
welcoming eyes.
when the night long,
and sleep short...
Old ghosts gather
close around me.
Of them all
the one
I always look for
among old lovers
and lost friends,
are your
welcoming eyes.
(64/M/Roanoke, Va)
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