There's a story here, but since it isn't mine alone to tell, I'll leave it untold.
“You are my dream come true.”
Long ago words in long dead letters
Scrawled across the page, hastily,
On a Christmas Eve,
The last of a decade,
A century, a millennium,
A life.
Obscured a year in years
A voice across time
Mine speaking for his
One last time,
Like so many before,
Drawing tears from eyes
That cannot cease glancing back
Asking why.
I can’t answer,
Not this time.
I tell as much truth
As I gauge she can take
Leaving her shuddering but sated
With our shared ghost.
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