The Phantom I Became

I awoke the other night inundated in my perspiration;

I saw her face where memory awakened,

walking away, her back towards the sun setting along the shoreline,

the golden-red tint of sunrays highlighted

her hair’s natural gold; I traced the silhouette of her face,

drunk in a love abandoned, once upon a distant day.

I cannot justify why still I refuse to remember;

I shake away the temptation,

that foolish urge...

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