When you disappeared,
you left your letters
here on the bedroom floor.

I found them when I came
to this abandoned home
looking for a ghost story.

I didn't find any ghosts,
but I did find a soul
written into lonely letters,
never sent.

Through the silence
wisps of thought
reach out to me.

They stem from my wistful mind,
and brush past my lips
like passions whispered
mid-kiss.

I am a mirage.
Promises of water,
milk and honey,
shine through my empty eyes.