Ghost

I still can’t talk about them,
the years I was your ghost.

But that was me, haunting you,
across those long white fields.
Stumbling those white paths
Down
and down
across the dark-flowing river
below the winterlands above.

You had your noble fight.
Your fall.
I had empty hands
and no path home.

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