Ghosts by Linda V

His hands are a distant memory

But they linger on her skin

Like a ghost below the surface

Stinging reminder of the sin

His eyes no longer pierce her soul

No longer hold her gaze

All that’s left is the memory

Of some dark forbidden haze

What they had was fleeting

But that moment burned its brand

Feels more like just a rumor now

In some distant foreign land

Still the embers burn within them

Yet there is no going back

They’ve both found that passion with another

As those memories fade to black

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