The Haunting Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

He sits on the balcony once again
Ten years have passed but its still the same
All that has gone in the pleasure and pain
Like a moth he does return to the flame

She is gone now just memories in mind
One day the butterfly fluttered away
Emotions come but he cannot find
Her ghost he does feel but can never slay

He misses her but is too proud to say
The times they laughed and the times they did play
Her image will come but it does not stay
Haunting him at night dispersing in day

He does call to her but she does not hear
As she slips away with every tear
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