in dream

passing by
the ghosts of yore

was emptiness
permitting

patrons
of a spent desire

did linger in their midst

the phrases
spoken long before

apprised me of such plight

through the semblance
they would know
no more

upon a stolen night

i held them
by my burdened breath

to stave off death’s advance

if only for the chance
to be a voice
that once was heard

the truth of life
each rung
unsung

a presence
to remain

no person can outrun
the perils
spun on paths we paved

what followed me
i cannot say

yet save
for what was seen

the moment
i could not awake

they passed me by
in dream

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