The ghost of a figure
     familiar and sweet
         lay open on the side of the spot

we visit it before I learned
my mistake
       I’m      S O R R Y

I just…                      resonating with
                                               a mix of
my   thoughts     are      s c a
                                                          t t e
                                                               ­  r e d

I lay open on the side
     of my bed, and
                                   wish
She - I want those times with her
back now

So dominated by emotion
Yet never able to spill