
A Ghost of You
Time won’t heal this scar –
I’m your scattered ruin.
Your touch, how much
‘fore your scent leaves my
waking sleep and dreams.
Take your weedy walk –
I’m your scattered ruin.
Time won’t heal some scars.
A Pioneer Poem for MPP “haunted”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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