Your ghost resides on my lips. He lives entwined with my fingers. He swirls within my mind like a galaxy in shades of magenta. Your ghost tells me sweet things like a vanilla dream. He sleeps on my pillow and inspires my brain to create fantasies of us in that car. The car that took us all that way fueled on nothing but my glowing need for his touch. Your ghost still looks at me with the eyes of a lamb and the intensions of a cannibal. He slow dances with the monsters in my head. Your ghost haunts every movie, every song, and every place I encounter. But I wouldn't dare to ask him to leave. He's all I have.
January 5, 2011