The grey ghosts of loves passed <br />linger near us all the time <br />but cannot touch <br />the new loves growing vine. <br />They can only watch from afar <br />at the new shapes forming <br />leaving old pastures behind. <br />They linger in the darkness <br />hoping one day to again <br />relive and capture their time <br />these ghosts of loves passed.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghosts-of-loves-passed/
