Abstruse mirth

Beware the day I find you, covered in flowers.
Smiling at nothing at all.
Hiding moments in your magpie mind.
Within those heartbeats, that will strike you down;
will be a sense of the other.
Tangible, but only ether.
There would be a missing part, something I misplaced.
A part of your heart that you had reserved.
Not for anyone else.
But for the empty ghosts in your mind.
Carving their own space and reality.
And that I will have no part of.
Beware that time.

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10 thoughts on “Abstruse mirth

  1. aha a word I have not seen in a very long time! Abstruse….would have loved you putting it into a sentence but it was a good opener for the lines below. There must always be a space reserved for the happy ghosts that amuse us when we have no real friends, and now I know why I see old people sometimes smile at nothing at all. You got into the deep recesses this time. Nice!

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