Ghost of lover's past


*At night the ghost of  lost love calls
in the lonely darkness.
where all I see are echoes and memories.
They are haunting me again.
It was waiting in a large bundle
outside the front door.
Too big to get inside yet
it found its way in through
a gap below the doorway.
This growing mound of
love shattered pieces is
breaking me into wreckage.
Does it have no pity?
Can it not see
I have no more pain to give.
yet even in my loss and despair
its consuming gravity of this entity
pulls my love drained soul
towards it one more time.
I can hear my sobbing in its heart.
And once again I know
the torments of losing you.