Your ghost haunts every word,
A vivid memory flashing before me
As I read each line, one by one
And I'm overcome by your spirit;
You still stand there, in the flesh,
Still able to be touched but too far,
As that gleam in your eye dwindles
And all I truly see is a stranger;
Yet in those lines of poetry, you live on--
You live as you've always lived
And continue to live in my memories;
Moments of laughter, moments of doubt,
Moments of flirtatious awkwardness,
And as I'm haunted by the past
Which lives on in my scribbled notepad,
I can't help but wonder if what I felt
Was actually ever alive to start with.