Gallery of Ghosts

There are dismembered parts

of every broken heart, constructed

~

into a dead museum.  It’s so difficult

to find which soul you’re looking for

~

there. Daily the exhibit grows, so

even the shadows are framing

~

some shivering sharred of some shattered

heart.  She was such a slight thing,

~

in life.  Probably, just a memory of dust

stuck under some glass, now, to spend out

~

all days trapped in her untouchable

glass coffin.  Lonely as ever.

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