Of a non-existent lover,
Tugging at the heart strings,
Of a chest full of memories.
A certain look in your eyes,
Or was it just the truant light?
That secret smile,
Or was it always just a smirk?
Those silken words,
Wish I knew they were lies.
The longing,
The wait,
All so vivid,
So well imagined.
A dream remains a dream i guess,
So,
Ghost of a lover,
Goodbye.
© 2009 Rituparna Das
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