Poetry Slam Challenge #3 Acrostic Entry: Ghost Lover


Nowhere to be found,

I searched for you anyway.

Now that I have to rest—

Keeping my head to a seashell,

Hearing the whispers of the sea,

I know I’ve been silly.


Soon you'll find me instead.

In the church bells,

Bowing down to time.

I’ll fall upon you like

Rain.

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