Memories and Days That Passed ·•° | P O E T R Y |°•·

Ghosts

Prickles of cold shiver up my spine,

as I talk to the dead.

We recollect memories.

"I love you," we had said..

A breeze blows through my mind & body,

as I converse with this ghost.

The shadows of trees cast down on our nostalgia,

Uneasiness, travels though me the most.

Then, I realize where we are.

I walk down the side walk with streetlamps

& stop at a lamp post.

The people that pass me, don't give one glance.

Am I translucent?

I walk back to the ghost, asking with my eyes,

& then my mouth, hesitant.

"why am I the only that sees you?

& you see me?"

"It's a slow fade, from life to death,

Yes, we are ghosts; you & me,".

Scared so hard, with no heart to race.

Slowly i realize what time had erased..

"Away from you, I could not live.." he says

So, I ended my life when you died.

Now we're together & that's how it'll stay."

I want to cry but have no tears.

Then, you whisper, "forever and always,".