After all the quaint loves have faded,
who do not remember they have forgotten me,
when we were younger in too ancient times,
because of a space kept sacred in my heart,
that glow where we two walk hand in hand again,
you, photographer of the keepsake kept safe,
study of my mind’s enduring landscape,
the light and shadow in which we sway,
rain and sunlight playing on the Koʻolaus —
you, subject of my snapshot memory,
never forgotten lyricist of my melody,
you act out all the parts of a perfect ghost,
haunting me with pleasure, nowhere near
the most unpleasant specter of my past.
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Today’s word is
ghost
Write anything using it and post your words in the comments below. I would love to read what you write. Happy Thursday / Pōʻahā : )
