Ghosts of Lost Love

Bad sleep, The tragic past And summer heat, The almost boarding Shuffle of feet. This Deja vu sunrise Reminds me of Poetry I left behind, Ghosts of lost love, Gone and incomplete. I thought That maybe this Face would survive, My healer at last Had arrived, to peel My wrinkled skin, To reveal my source Of pain, she was soft And seemed to know, She touched my soul. Strange How it cracked, The weight was Greater than our House of glass, the Collapse was Painless and silent, As the waves Of sadness Came rolling in. Goodbye, to Your big eyes Open so wide, Packed my suitcase, And set you free, I will wander now And follow Myself home, Thankful for Everything. Especially for Ghosts of lost love.