Love has yet to find me,
like a ghost at the feast!
Lowly soulless ginger
ghost of my former self
I never lived it up
in my twenties-
My heart is full of love
well spent
with an infant
Rubbing pennies together
To make Benjamin’s
Yet
every milestone
in my day
I share with my pillow
It catches tears of frustration
It holds my screams
like bottom dwelling sea raven
Dates are few
and far between
Not a ghost of a chance!
I’ve been through more
rounds of dating
as if my heart is ghost town;
Like filing off a serial number
I’ve been through more
ghosted talking stages
almost relation-sh-ips
AND YET
Yields the ghost
my heart still craves
love and affection
from an imaginary friend-
Haven’t you learned,
your lesson
Haven’t you been
through enough
Just give up the ghost!
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Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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