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You are not who you once were thought to be...

Perhaps distance yields the truth or is it just me...

...that has changed

Exposed the dead end to our one way street.

The meaninglessness of my supposed identity

The facade of faux security

Pale ghosts dissipate under scrutiny...

Blurred vision against the night.

Juxtaposed against the solitude of our lives.

Who laughs last? The bitter end of prosperity?

The remiss poem of muddled clarity?

The empty gesture in your unfolded hand?

The frigid bereavement you'll never understand...

You will never understand

You will never understand.

Pale ghosts of a life lived passively...

Perhaps when I have more to offer,

I'll see you all.

I hear it is raining in Louisville...

Haunting beneath the grip of lights burned low,

the gentle palpitations of a heart beating slow.

I know, I knew, always knew it would end like this...

I just claimed otherwise...