Nebulous Me
From so far away I don’t seem to exist
To someone as “Hands on” n’ vital as you
I’m a phantasm, a ghost a small puff of mist
Just a would be lover, you once knew
Why should you accept romance from an absentee?
From this frustrated, heartbroken, nebulous me
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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