Spectral

d9b588394792281923999fefb6f8fe63The ghost of you
And the h’ain’t of me
Twisted in memory’s sheets
Hanging on a line
Thin like a razor’s edge
Balanced in a moment
Before falling clear
There we sit
Spectral at best
Wispy with need
Comforted by the moon
As it slides over
Glazing us like ice
Until we are perfect
Pressed into forms
And made precise
By precious hands
Entwined in time.

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