The ghost of our love
implores me
take me home, return me
to your heart
The ghost of our love
whispers to me
Do not discard me among the flowers of the field
the shells in the surf
the gravel in the road
Do not empty my basket
and leave the blanket
in the rain
The ghost of our love
weeps
Where are the fingers intertwined?
Where are the lips pressed tight?
Where are the souls
laid bare
in the chill
warmed by the breath
of the one
held close?
The ghost of our love
defies us
Love never
believes
itself
dead
It carries on
as a fog
a figment
in the distance
a longing
The ghost of our love
haunts me
She is a tax
levied against my breath
against my thought
my mind
She takes
just enough
every minute
to ensure
that forever
She may, one day
live again