Our Favored Ghosts | An Inevitable Love for Eurydice | A Poem By T N Teague

Our Favored Ghosts
An Inevitable Love for Eurydice
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He loved you.
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Not enough,
Too much,
Just right.
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In the whisper of shadows,
In the agony of light,
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Caught between the fleeting,
And the eternal night.
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His heart ached for your touch,
His soul burned in your sight,
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You entrusted your death in his hands,
And you loved him…
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Not enough,
Too much,
Just right.