Recently, the ghosts
of late beloveds
are coming close:
the almost glimpses,
the fleeting touches.
I wonder why?
I hope not
that my time
is approaching nearer.
I don’t want
to leave yet,
please dear God!
Books to write.
Books to read.
Things to accomplish.
(But how many,
saying the same,
stop mid-sentence?)
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