Friday, April 25, 2014

Walking with Ghost

This asphalt was once a
red carpet camouflaged in midnight.

Where two lovers wrapped themselves
in each others arms like dirt and skeleton,
or as if there was no tomorrow….
The irony is they both are ghost now.
No red carpet for her to sashay
or for him to stroll anymore.

Just a vast memory lane that I
amble down like a graveyard;
still hearing the whisper of
their kisses from years ago,
even though they feel centuries away.

I know it may sound crazy.

But the sun was shining today,
and all I could think of, was how beautiful
it is to window dress a smile sometimes.


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