I’m here, sometimes shattered,
Mostly just numb.
My mind swirls
Your smile, your biting kisses
Drawing blood
I finger the sheets
And look up at the ceiling
I imagine you here
Touching my hair
My smile as I reach
Out for you
The ache, deep inside
My fist against my chest,
Grinding at the pain
To me, you are a ghost
A phantom I dreamed
Into being
A wisp of trailing smoke
I tried to hold onto
My hand is empty,
Trembling
I stare at my fingers
Remembering
The feel of your hair
Where are you?
My heart beats wildly
Tears flood my face
Is it just me?
I thought you were real
We were real
Your extra clothes
In my drawer
Folded neatly, waiting
For you
That’s all I have
To anchor me
Against overwhelming
Disbelief
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