The Ghost of You

Lingering smells on my pillow. From all those nights I’ve looked your eyes. Lingering here with me is the ghost of you. I don’t have the courage to wish it away. So I hope to be the one to linger in the back of your mind. Lingering here is the ghost of my lover. The lingering ghost protects the secrets that you held. Lingering here with me. As I long to touch your chest like I did before. Linger here until you find another love. With an unknown spirit I give you my heart from my chest as it beats for you like a drum. These lingering words spoken through a language I have yet to learn. Spoken through the ghost of you. Something beautiful. Something worth longing for. With no lies told by the ghost of you. Lingering words spoken within this poem. But I have yet to learn the language of a poet. Something beautiful. Something worthy. Something lingering here with such a familiar scent. With every breath I’m reminded of how I miss you. As continue to speak an unknown language that might save me from my own heartache. Lingering here is the ghost of you.