Another Wave at the Pier

by Mary E. Lowd

A sentimental past
That never existed
Just ghosts born
From remembrance
Of a feeling that haunts us
An idea of an ideal
That never was and never could be
Without collapsing
Down to essentials
In the heart

A flicker
A dream
A song

Nothing more and always already gone

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