A ghost came by,
Long after closing,
Opened the bar,
Seeking some anodyne.
Long after closing,
Opened the bar,
Seeking some anodyne.
It was not there,
But digging still
Into the past,
Over it but not.
The haunting goes on.
Sit a spell and cast
The spectral lapse.
It was not, nor is
Ever placated,
The escape from all that thatness
Or now, this thisness
Did not, nor does
Assuage the pain.
So on thru the night the creaking
Seeks but one mere slip
That might allow the heart
To open just a crack.
Ajar, the door, unhinged,
Beckons again into the dark.
The light resides not there.
But neither here.
So, where?
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