Inevitably his memory approaches
thick and heavy
a ghost that hugs my body and hangs around my neck
delightful chill grabs hold, I succumb
Gilded eyes drag from my soul
tangling between thoughts
seize the view, plunged into a world so foreign it is almost familiar
ghosts dance here
swirling through kaleidoscopes, reminisce
Your hands pressed into my back
Your face bright caught in an open mouthed laugh
The music spilling into fresh daylight
frigid fingers dig deep
pulling me through and through
across vacant valleys and endless mountains
He hangs like smoke
dulling my senses again
twisting time into an ache, the icy cold reaches into my bones
tearing away one by one
But you’re not real I scream in agony
I know your veiled figure, I recognize that voice
they find home in my mind
I release them
Your ghost lives here, inevitably
creating storms with no intention of resolve
my skeleton fingers grip tight
nothing between
I dance with your ghost
because I am scared
because I don’t want the pain to end
