How You Were

 

The white dust blew in

From an another time

Settled oh so thin

On the table tops,

The silent sounds

From years gone by

Echoed around

Like a lover’s cry,

And in the dust

There came a face

As if by ghostly

Fingers traced,

It looked like you

But I`m not sure

I`ve never seen you

How you were.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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