Ghost Lover
Haunted by your ethereal frame
Wordless wander always a game
And yet at times I feel you close
Scents of cigarettes tickle my nose
The hair will raise upon my neck
I spy a shadow it seems suspect
Though you passed so long ago
My search for love I must forgo
I lie upon our empty bed
Pull A pillow as if it were your head
Caress it gently and kiss it so
Tears stream down for long ago
Copyright © Kelli White | Year Posted 2020
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