Clutching to ghosts

Sipping on warmth
tempered by an icy glass.
Hot and cold mixing,
battling on my tongue.
Combating like the thoughts
caught in my troubled mind.
Clutching to ghosts that
grow thinner each day.
Stretched by distance and date
but never quite erased.

 

12/29/11

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