Ghost
“Can’t you feel it?” she asks me,
her eyes are twinkling stars, I’m mesmerized by the galaxies painted on her lips
Mississippi sun shining down on us,
bronze skin embellished by diamonds from the crystal waters
I can feel her touch still now,
Her cold fingers
on my collarbone
Her icy, dry lips
on my cheek
Her voice
is the song stuck in my head
Her laughter
rings behind the wedding bells.
“I can feel it.” My own voice is foreign, a stranger’s tone.
I am sitting alone
The inky blackness
of my room
wrapping me in a blanket of sorrow
I don’t think I’ll get out of bed tomorrow.
Her arms,
cold as her heart
wrap around me
as the sadness settles into my bones.
And for the first time I wonder
If it is so strange to be in love with a ghost.
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