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Serenity was my enemy, who became my greatest friend
But Serenity flies through lovers like an unloyal cat eating the cream from every hand but mine
To think I thought this up to impress a poet I saw on Instagram. I wonder where she is in the world now.
 Mar 27 ghost girl
Xio
We don't regret what we did, we regret what we didn't do.
 Mar 27 ghost girl
Gary
Each day.
All I see—
a shadow.
For me,
you left
long ago.

Each day,
we share
the same space,
but there is no
trace
of you—
the person
I once knew.

Each day,
I long to
look deep
into your eyes.
But I know
all I will ever see
is black—
my reflection
staring back.

You don’t laugh anymore.

Well,

not like you did before.
...

It is soundless.
Is this how it was
Before You spoke?
Lent is the practice of sacrifice (going without) and remembrance. This year, I am giving up chocolate and will try to write a poem in my new “Lent Collection” each day. Enjoy!
 Mar 27 ghost girl
heidi
dilapidated,
your smile hangs crookedly
like a broken arm
no matter how shattered some things become, they are still persistent in existence.
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