Graven Ghosts by Max BouilletI miss the feeling
of your back against mine
when it was us
against the world
but now you’re gone
and the all too familiar feel
of the wall
presses on my spine.
Through the years,
I slowly etched your image
on the wall
but graven ghosts
offered little reprieve
from the absence
of flesh and bone.
Eventually, I succumb
to the world
but as my vision fades
I see tears trickle
down your grooved
cheek. 12/21/2012 Posted on 12/21/2012 Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet
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