Treasure Island

Donnie Wolff


Of Purfume And Hollow- Points


Its true,

that with you I have love.

But one thing I will have never,

is forever.

It is not appointed to me.

To retain, to remain.

I am entitled only to your taste.

To your minimal touch.

To your reality,

I am just a memory.

A ghost

of which I live with many.

Submitted: Saturday, January 28, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, September 02, 2014

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  • Ed Nigma (2/10/2014 5:30:00 PM)

    Were all just memories. Satellites floating around in time/space space/time. Very nicely done though Short and to the point with a real touch of deep sadness and longing. Allan Gerard~ (Report) Reply

  • Silentpoet Grl (2/3/2012 9:56:00 PM)

    'To your reality, I am just a memory.
    A ghost of which I live with many.'

    I love those lines! - awesome poem, Donnie! (Report) Reply

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