Your ghost lingers
in the eyes of buildings
afraid to blink,
afraid I’ll disappear.
Salty trails trace my cheeks
like tracks of rain on windows,
tickling me awake,
taking me back
to your breath on my spirit
lacing words through life’s
lost condensation.

Looking up,
I close my eyes and open them
diminishing the possibility of you.

Brenda Warren 2014

Thank you Elizabeth for this Day 21 prompt.


6 thoughts on “Blink

    • Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Elizabeth. This piece speaks to me, too. I keep coming back to it today. It started with more of the words from your prompt, but gradually they were whittled away until “ghost” was all that remained.


    • Thank you, Marianne. This is year 5 for me. It seemed like a milestone, so I had to go for it. I did skip two days (during spring break, even!), but wrote two pieces yesterday to make up for one of them. Glad you are reading my words. Again, thank you.


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