Ghost Writers

Our story deleted..we live like ghosts between blue lines. I’ve revisited, looking for a word, left behind, by you.
 Our love is a blank page now, devoid of prose and verse.
 Oh the emptiness of sheets now, too bright to bear with swollen eyes. Vacuous.
How can this nothingness echo the entirety of us? 

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