"amber"

i hear her whisper


when the wind moves the drapes


see her nightgown


in its moving folds




she’s not here anymore


and yet


she is somehow


a shadow of a memory


somewhere in my mind




i never knew her


saw her


save for the


black and white


in the hallway


turned to amber


never heard her voice


only the rustle


of the wind
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