Ghosts

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I found a token in the pages of a book,

I found a letter written many years ago

That told how love can grow in a word or in a look,

I found a secret that no one was meant to know.

 

For decades folded, yellowing, almost turned to dust,

A billet doux in purple ink, faint in the failing light,

I read the honeyed words, hearing the ring of broken trust,

Seeing days of easy laughter turn to weeping in the night.

 

I found a flower, dried, all colour bled away,

No scent, no nectar left to tempt a passing bee

Yet ghostly lips had kissed it when someone was far away—

I seem to remember that those lips belonged to me.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

35 thoughts on “Ghosts”

  1. The romantic side of Jane! The lines, “Yet ghostly lips had kissed it when someone was far away— I seem to remember that those lips belonged to me” are leading me to wonder if she lived another life long ago and has found her own long-forgotten note. 🥰

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