I know, someday, you will forget the
poetry I left on your lips, but the
next woman you love – she will taste
this. While you tuck my name secret
under your tongue, she will taste
what’s left of my kisses. She will
hear my giggle in your dreams. She
will feel my memory on your fingertips.
She will see the beauty in my madness.
She will know I am a ghost that won’t
ever stop haunting. I will prevail.

Day 29, Our Poetry Journey Contest 2017 #ourpoetryjourneydec17

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