A silly creation of mine just came back to haunt me on another site. I think it was some time ago and in response to someone discussing the concept of ‘ghosting’.

I may have already posted it here. I can’t remember. So you probably can’t remember either.

So …..

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One morning
Eating buttered toast
With the girl
I like the most
And with my chewing
So engrossed
Not noticed
She’d become a ghost
It’s not just that
She didn’t care
My darling
Wasn’t even there
The smell of perfume
Everywhere
But she had vanished
Into air
Oh the horror!
Oh the pain
All my love had been
In vain
She left me
On the midnight train
And she’s not
Coming back again
She’s gone forever
Now I see
A ghost is all
Transparency
Was it her?
Or was it me?
No matter
What will be will be

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