A ghost
you have become
a vacant space in the bookcase
and the tea table
circling the outside
looking for the front door
Take my hand
subliminal
tried
tested
take it
I may not know when
maybe in the dark hour before dawn
the whisper of a light
A small short clench of imagination
but a ghost hand will hold mine
and on one will even see
our power.
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