Ghost WriterA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoGhost
Writer i tap
your keys but you don't write me
letters and my fingers bleed
with regret that i didn't learn to
type you, love sooner you might still be on my
screen not some faded image that never comes back no matter how many times i hit restart. erin-cilberto 3/27/15 © 2018 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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12 Reviews Added on June 2, 2018 Last Updated on June 2, 2018 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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