OctPoWriMo Day #3, Specter

Specter

lost in the past, some halcyon, sepia-tinged fantasy days, cherub cheeked, chuckling, she felt lovable

now her life’s vintage, alone every move, love’s fleeting, mind dance of memories

his love cavorts away

 

Sascha Darlington

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