Thursday, October 31, 2019

sevenling: ghost

I believed we had a spark:
the way you smiled, the morning
texts, long walks in the park

when I asked to level us up:
texts ceased, no more dates
or just because flower gifts

I guess it was easier to ghost me

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9 comments:

  1. Linda Lee LybergOctober 31, 2019 at 7:15 PM

    Such a cruel thing to do to someone.

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  2. robkistnerOctober 31, 2019 at 7:47 PM

    That sucks Arcadia — but sadly it happens sometimes.

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  3. Frank HubenyOctober 31, 2019 at 8:41 PM

    I like the use of "ghost me" at the end.

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  4. Sanaa RizviOctober 31, 2019 at 8:56 PM

    Sigh .. I know how it feels :(

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  5. Kim M. RussellNovember 1, 2019 at 5:19 AM

    What a horrible thing to do!

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  6. JIm FeeneyNovember 1, 2019 at 4:48 PM

    compact, concise poem...tells a story in seven lies...I like the details...texts, walks, dates, gifts...JIM

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  7. Arcadia MariaNovember 1, 2019 at 6:13 PM

    Thank you everyone. Thankfully this is not autobiographical but I know it has happened to people.

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  8. purplepeninportland.comNovember 2, 2019 at 4:02 PM

    A sad story true for many people.

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  9. brudbergNovember 2, 2019 at 5:11 PM

    This is worse than the ghosts of horror stories.

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