The Ghost

The question she never asked

Hovers in the dark with me

While she sleeps on our bed

Beside a crease less left

I play with velvet curtains

Before the hours of morning

She wakes up to grey dreams

Stares at the bewildered hour

Lies back into the void

I play the chimes for her

Beseech the winds to sing

Blinded by salty sorrow

She calls my name again

I touch her lonely breath

Kiss her bruises away

Weave myself into her quilt

Seep into her pillow

Spread onto the sheets

Cradle her tired soul

Brush every pain away

And gently on her lips

Crawl back the pieces of her smile

"You're here" she whispers "with me"

The silence whispers back

"Always".