Down the hill, ethereal, illusive, a half open gate.
Inviting, taunting, to tread that road again.
To innocent subtle intentions that had been, or hadn’t,
To uncover musty shrouds and skeletons hidden there.
To re enter the sanctuary of love, emptiness slaking,
Memories of a heart torn asunder, tormented crying.
Given to him had been whatever was worth taking,
Truth, acceptance, trust when she knew he was lying.
In a flash appeared through the mist, a ghost,
Harshness, fear, made the air grow colder.
He said- It is still you I love the most,
You will find peace, comfort only on my shoulder.
Enticed and captured was your soul with that kiss.
She searched for years to realize, she had only dreamt this.
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