Haunted
Haunted
by Michael R. Burch
Now I am here
and thoughts of my past mistakes are my brethren.
I am withering
and the sweetness of your memory is like a tear.
Go, if you will,
for the ache in my heart is its hollowness
and the flaw in my soul is its shallowness;
there is nothing to fill.
Take what you can;
I have nothing left.
And when you are gone, I will be bereft,
the husk of a man.
Or stay here awhile.
My heart cannot bear the night, or these dreams.
Your face is a ghost, though paler, it seems
when you smile.
Published by Romantics Quarterly. Keywords/Tags: Halloween, soulmate, night, haunted, ghost, ghosts, spirit, thoughts, past, mistake, mistakes, memory, memories, heart, ache, heartbreak, soul, empty, shallow, shallowness, bereft, husk, night, face, pale, smile
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