And I kissed every step
your bare feet stepped up on,
The rail where
your hand laid thereupon,
I followed the ghost
of your scent down the hall,
Your my highest high
biggest downfall,
My very own drug
and I in a hopeless trance,
I’d steal stars from the sky
to light your way give me a chance,
You don’t notice
you don’t care,
I’m just a ghost
not even there…
.x.
Ghosted is much more painful than other kinds of loss. Well said!
I’m glad you liked it. Its about time I started writing poems again!
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