I saw your ghost on a train downtown -
it beckoned me to walk down memory lane once more
What a feverish recollection of unspoken dreams,
for familiarity of passing your stop created this melancholy haste -
the agony of persisting despite the lack of closure
your shadows still linger on the platform as I push forward,
ever reminding me of what could have been; nostalgia.
Apr 3, 2023
Apr 3, 2023 at 4:08 PM UTC
I saw your ghost on a train downtown -
it beckoned me to walk down memory lane once more
What a feverish recollection of unspoken dreams,
for familiarity of passing your stop created this melancholy haste -
the agony of persisting despite the lack of closure
your shadows still linger on the platform as I push forward,
ever reminding me of what could have been; nostalgia.
Day 3: National Poetry Writing Month
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