What can I say for the enamored self? 
But a sad saga of faded glory...
Who are we to love at all?
There are no ghosts watching through your walls....

james-earl

Reflection

Jun 4, 2026

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LamarLewis

removed.--5858

This poem is strikingly short but still very intense. There's definitely potential for a longer piece here, especially if you focus on the ideas put forth in the lines, "Who are we to love at all?/There are no ghosts watching through your walls." Although I might change the pronoun 'your' to 'the' for the last line and remove the closing ellipsis.