by Jennifer June
(Bremerton, Washington)
Ghosted rituals benign affair I inspire not one stare
Stars once seen reflected through eyes now distantly cloudy green have died
No sparks or curious wants or desires no dancing flames from passion's fires
We sit we wait for the excitement of love while reality crashes the death of us from above
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