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Ghosts Of Women

A Poem

By Conor MatthewsPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Ghosts Of Women
Photo by Paul Siewert on Unsplash

You were three and I was five,

You wanted to play in the dirt,

And I was shy and embarrassed,

Now you’re somewhere on this Earth.

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You were older than me,

When I was crying and lost,

And you were kind tying my shoes,

Helping me at no cost.

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I was outside smoking,

And you stumbled into my life,

And for a brief moment,

I imagined myself with a wife.

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I was walking past,

And you caught me unaware,

“I love your shirt”,

I laid my smile bare.

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You were there that night,

As I began a friendly chat,

And I retreated as others came,

Alone that night I sat.

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You talked to me,

Told me I had beautiful eyes,

But mine were for another,

I was one of those stupid guys.

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I kissed you goodbye,

Asking one more time,

“Did I do something wrong”;

You were the victim of a crime.

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You filmed me,

Being a bad actor,

But you never cared,

It was never a factor.

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I think about you,

And all the “You” you’ve been,

Because you are every woman,

I’ve ever met or seen.

#HI

Gratitudeinspirational

About the Creator

Conor Matthews

Writer. Opinions are my own. https://ko-fi.com/conormatthews

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a year ago

    I guess we all have someone like that in our lives. Loved your poem!

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