A.M. Ream Poetry · August Writing Challenges · Poetry

Smoke and Ghosts

ghosts

Years had passed by since his disappearance from her life, yet she still 
felt his lingering presence in the moments before
sleep, when she was slipping into a dream.
The smell of smoke would tickle her nostrils, a
familiar scent she had always associated with him.

(Photo: Mario Sorrenti)

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