There is nothing left of me
scattered bones for your choosing
you pick up the whitest of ivory
tangled veins and passions and smiles
thrown across this room
You wade through
like a thrifter
at a garage sale

The last of me is here
keep sake memory boxes
rusted and jaded
You can't bear to look at the letters
tear dropped stained
and restless within your heart

These are my remainders
***** hands
crossed legs
and a stomach well
of lost dreams
You cling to my sunken eyes
and spider web eyebrows
they whisper the secrets
of your longing lust

This is all that is left my dear
a tormented mind
filled with rainbow fantasy
drenched in clouded reality
A gripping song
that you flinch when you hear
it clinging to the walls of the starch room

I am nothing but a ghost
a fleeting scent
a mysterious movement
through the shafty
curtains of your aching presence
a graceless haunting