The Ghost of Romance
As I stumble through this empty house,
Each room a memory of its own,
Memories of better days we had,
Days filled with hopes and dreams for so much.
But now each room sits cold and empty,
A reminder that those days are gone,
The future that we planned never was,
Like each room it’s silent and empty.
Living in the shadows of what was,
And wondering about what wasn’t,
Alone with my memories and questions,
Standing here with the ghost of romance.
Ken Barr
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