Taste of the Wind

How I miss

What we would have been

The ghost I finally

let go from my side

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Untitled Tanka

Lips tingling citrus

in the last days of summer

your ghost vanishes

as the moon aches for the night

circling the earth to come back

Each poem discusses loss using powerful imagery to evoke about the sadness of the situation. I love how poetry gives a writer the means to share something personal without disclosing the intimate details.