Posted in Blog, Original Poetry, Writing

Restored

You.
who write the eulogy,
do not replace my life
with your tainted dreams.

The sadness you feel,
the tears you shed
are not for us the chosen dead.

Remember,
don’t spin this our of control.
This isn’t about the living
just the many holes.

Trust,
the balance has been restored.
A part of us
moved on long ago.

We were walking,
talking,
living,
ghosts.

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