I still feel a warmth
from time to time
where your soft sweet lips
pressed gently on neck

and you told me yesterday
you were giving up
and your eyes shone brightly
a twinkle of excitement
like giving up wasn't stopping
it was moving forward

and sometimes I wonder
if I held you tightly
you'd forget about the pain
of those sad nights
the flashlight blaring down
and the darkness
of your secret thoughts

but for now I'm stuck
with the memories of your kiss
and the ghost of your silhouette
in the cold sleepy stairwell