Please let me sleep,
Your laughter and chatter are not welcome.
Souless gazes, boneless, bloodless shells of human form,
Evaporate, dissipate, you are not really there.
You are ghosts of yesterday,
Hidden in cracks and corners.
I’m not interested in discovering you,
As you dance in your shadow.
No partner, no lover,
Shall save you.
Clad in your garb of days gone by,
You don’t fool me.
Take your portfolio, shapes and past,
And false memories be gone.
copyright Es-tee Miller
“True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen”… Francois de La Rochefoucauld
I guess you banged this one out in between runways. No comment. Beautiful.
LOL..your funny! thanks.
I loved it including all the spirit balls
Thank you!
your very welcome
Just when I start missing your writing that’s when another great piece “appears”. This is really good.
Thanks Tazzy :-)..