Sunday, February 12, 2012

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".


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