Ghost Poem by jude cullup
Ghost
in her youngest days
she carried me
like a heavy burden.
a knife in her lower back.
to her,
something so much more than pain
more than flesh and blood.
a feeling, unconditional,
i'll never understand.
and still in the morning
3 years later
after she disappeared
i hear her whisper...
a smooth hum in my ear,
the tickle of her batting lash
spreads chills
throughout my soul:
'i love you'
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