Greg Allum

Rookie (03/10/1977)

A Serenade To The Ghost - Poem by Greg Allum

I am haunted by the space within
The gaps between our serenade
A ghost of you
empty and desolate walks
past
How have I come so far without this?

The hotel room quietens
as your soft
shaking palm
becomes still, your
pulse (beats)
whilst we lay upon other people's
sheets


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 13, 2009



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