We Walk with Ghosts

On the trail we often walk,
us lovers and poets
of life and light,
I saw them once.
She with a summer hat
in shade and shadow,
he by her side, eternal.
When she passed me
on the bridge
I was casting stones,
but she was as solitary
as me by then,
missing love as much
and equally unrepentant.

Poem ©2016, Jen Payne, National Poetry Month, 13. Image: Woman in a Hat, Henri Matisse.

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