Traces of Her

Last night I slept in her bed
to try and hold her close.
Yet try I couldn’t cling to her –
I only grasped her ghost.
Where are they hiding her,
when will she return here?
Will I ever hold her again,
the girl I love most dear?

So many questions, so few answers.
I just have to live and hope.
And never surrender to dark despair
for she carries a thick hemp rope.

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