A Masterpiece of my discretions
the wind doesn’t drag a footstep
a lingering fear of my unease
slow and heavy, across the floor
that left the back door unlatched,
to hear the hinge but not the ghost
and the footfalls that once paced
now distant memory giving me chase
stirring in the dark, the shape of a hand
not mine, yet familiar—a gesture
a Masterpiece of my discretions
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A Masterpiece…
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Cleverly penned, Adagio. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian.