Sunday, 31 July 2011

that neighbour of mine

do remember
to weep for the forgotten
lay flowers on the barren wasteland of their memory

for they were there
when times were difficult
when you have triumphed

always present
never seen
just an image of what has been

and what will always be
a shadow, unseen, unheard
never acknowledged

not a pang of sorrow when they've faded
just a strong sense of familiarity and unfamiliarity
a ghost of nothing

so say your empty farewell
and be kind
begone invisible stranger

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