 | Love can be sweet and beautiful, but it can also be all-consuming and haunting. Is it obsession, regret, or the fantasy of romance that does not manifest into reality? ~Danielle G. |
Phantom Love
I ask him to go
But his scent lingers
In doorways and dreams
insinuating the possibilities of fate.
I lament for his kiss
Absence of body--
Ancient whispers are recent
With the hastening of the wind.
I run to denial
A relentless pursuit--
A wraith of yearning is twisted
In his ethereal grasp.
A prayer for his hand,
Presence of being--
Fresh fallen crystals hinge
On undying contrition.
~Danielle Grace
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