Her ghost

Her ghost
Wakes me in the night
Calls my name
Clasps and kisses my hand
Unleashes an echoing laughter
Which haunts my waking hours
Telling of love left unspoken

Three times she said it
Each time I deflected
What my soul felt most and now
Can never say

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