a conversation with the past

you, my dear phantom,
have been on my mind.


slowly, like waiting for the first summer breeze,
you've left my memory and now I sing
and speak the words we used to dream
and now I know all the good you brought to me.

i can laugh, i can remember, i can miss you.
or at least, the you that you were to me
though I know you've changed.

oh dear little ghost, i can't keep mourning our passing
and it does not a single speck of good
to wait for things to change of their own accord

i was the one that chose to move on.

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This is a snippet, a preview if you will, of the next month. I am doing NaPoWriMo (way easier than NaNoWriMo...) and am looking forward to seeing where the creative process leads me. I've been saving up on my poetry for this month, so hopefully that will pay off.