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.