Almost

November 1, 2018

 

Today,
    I almost wrote you close
my words.. became the waves
I let the poem
drift in me.

Swept onto a water-hearth
like phantom jewels of ice
I felt my letters,
melting time
yet holding back.. in fear.

Perhaps, dear ghost
            you'll find them

to be read.. in a hundred years 

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