Fading

This ghost that haunts me is fading into irrelevance.

This spectre that haunts me
grows blurry with time;
The eye contact,
the fingers intertwined,
though still sharp in some ways
have become blurry,
dull, and full of noise,
and though she looms
in the air, my mind,
and my heart,
I find myself struggling
to remember the details.

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