I talked too much, saying little.

Then a decade of unbroken silence

followed without your laughter.

Yet, I still felt the silent trace

of your fingertips along the length 

of my bare arm, as you spoke.

Our intentions were never clear.

Then we left, each to our ways;

and, I became a ghost to you.

(July 10, 2022)

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