Here is another 'on the spot' poem, might suck

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"The ghost of you"

A picture of you,
and all I see,
is the empty shell
of what used to be.

Those days when we
would laugh and play,
and wished it to never
go away.

I was childish think we could have what we used to.
After all, i stand here, alone and still,
while you're so far away,
an empty space,
I'll never fill.


C & C welcome