The ghost of my past
keeps haunting me,
begging me to travel back
to the time
when we were together,
when we once
found felicity
within ourselves.
But it's all gone.
I'm not ready
to go back
to the sacred moment.
It's too late.
You're too late.
-Tris
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PoetryHighest ranking: #6 in Poetry on February 17th 2018. Winner of EYHO Poetry Contest. Official poetry Instagram account: @trisha.poetry "Every soul has suffered one way or another. It's just a matter of how badly bruised yours is compared to others." ...
