H.20 – Ghost

The lamp flicker’s in the distance, even though there is not a breath of wind,

is it you, have you finally returned from war, my feet quicken like my heart,

a hunger, long hidden rising in my throat, as l draw closer to the light l see

you are no more thanĀ a quick growing sapling eager to deceive. My memory

letting hope trick my eyes, my heart into seeing ghosts hidden in the flames.

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