Ghostly Encounter
I saw her on the bus today
stepped straight from my mind
escaping from my dreams
tearing herself free
As sweat began to bead
my heart caught afire
as my hands began to shake
difficulty writing
A glance upwards
quick turn of the head
was she looking at me?
no, I may as well be dead
She pulls the bus cord
seems she's getting off
stopped at walgreens
and she climbed off
thus went this ghostly encounter
with a love that I had lost
and not a word
had escaped my mouth
yet as I sit here
I cannot help but think
was she really there?
or was it just the drink?
My first attempt at blank verse; I don't think that it turned out too well though; tell me what you think.
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