When She Was Not a Ghost
a poem
broken record played again hardest heartache — oldest friend a once and twice and thrice born pain such gloating towers made of shame Goddess, how they'd healed her heart protecting from the looming dark but brought anew the crash and burn the crawl from ashes just to learn though hoped their love would soon restore once more she’s left the heartful whore prescripted judgement passed down stream where thoughtful healing might’ve been sea of silence through it all a feast of daggers aid the fall still within such gifts of grace goddess born of time and space long lost hope within came true love’s golden strings, they played for you remembered now a place held close those times when she was not a ghost
