Hold Out

I walk with the ghosts
of those I love
still living
these phantoms are my own

I can’t be sure
how many would come with me
if they knew
I still held them

It’s funny
that gradual way we forget
shades blending into background
ghosts losing gradient

That way we truly lose hold
of one another
the forgetting
of how a hand feels

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