a ghost walking around
in a timeless space
between the furniture
and the breach in the wall
a tear in the fabric
that a human eye
cannot see
what do I do now?
go on
or go back?
how could it matter
with time gone
and the space
just any place anywhere?
and me being the ghost
still not sure
what was lost or gained
from the time and place
I'm on the verge of leaving?
Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
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