She was but a ghost
Slipping through his fingertips
like
falling
rain.
He watched her through the mirror.
She was right there
yet
Not.
She smiled, her
red hair
cascading down her back
like a
waterfall.
It was taunting to him
to have the one who bore him
just out of his reach
but
nobody
can
hold
water.
A/N: My attempt at a free verse poem for the Freeverse Prompt Challenge by TrueBeliever831, my prompts being ghost and rain.
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