Ghost lovers rummage in my brain
Searching memories rife with pain
Some left an imprint on my soul…
The others were just a tawdry goal
They always come on lonely nights
Promising all those missed delights
Tormenting me with wicked smiles
While practicing their alluring wiles
Memories of lovers I can't forget...
They often fill me with deep regret
Promises of what could have been
But alas, our love was born in sin
My Ghosts are with me every day
For they seldom take a holiday...
But perhaps someday they will see
I'm not the man that I used to be...
Barry Jablonski
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