another “enough” poem for big tent poetry
Some of this poem visited me in the night, but I didn’t realize it was an echo of the prompt until earlier today, I got this line: “None of us gets what we want.” It’s not so unique, but I like it combined with the idea of ghosts.
Holiday blues plus some annual hauntings equals a cheery poem. Uh, yeah right! The good news? It’s not a relationship poem! At least there’s that …
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