HAUNTERS

The first prick of cupid’s arrow
spelled sweetness and mystery
a little bit of heartache
and a little heartbreak

a simple crush like trampled orange peels
turned into seedlings of hopes
planted through hopes and desires
watered with rains of spoken words

excitements with butterfly flutters
from stomachs to hearts
euphoria greeted the days
engulfed the nights with warmth

the hours were strung with silver strings
minutes were linked so precious
every alphabet spoken and written
were akin to messages forged golden

passions felt with hearts fused
flowery wrought iron gates
entwined to keep out thieves
of hearts and souls

promises of forever
wasn’t in wrought iron
wild flowers clung and clustered
prettier than golden bronze

the gate rusted and broke
crumpled to the ground
flowed and returned to the soil
where they once belonged

wandering ghosts of what was
haunted lonely empty places
passages where shrouded spirits
wandered…haunting memories once theirs

the thing is
I am one of the ghosts, she whispered.

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