The Ghosts

I will always be sad for the ghosts
I feel them standing near
But I know I am a ghost to them too
As if my life and their death
were a mirror.

They sit in their drawing rooms
saying darling and my dear
I hear their echos from so far
yet they feel so very near

And my voice is to them like another dream
they don’t know
they’re the dead ones
it seems.


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