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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