GhostsTwo ghosts loom out of the fog which drifts
In from the sea each night. Said night's youth
Has been spent. It's gone, and now there's
No place to go. The ghosts stop at a lacquered
Door. The one says, "I can't take you home."
The other answers, "I can't have you step inside."
The ghosts embrace, and then one leaves.
The other's heard ascending stairs. The night,
Senescent, seeks a tomb, and all around
The seaside town are prone, unconscious.
When the sun begins to light the eastern
Sky, one ghost will rise. The other, later,
Will be waiting, but each night must end
The same, with fog and sad acknowledgments
That love alone is not enough to sever custom's
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2018-11-08 at 03:40
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