Your ghost haunts me still.
[Did you send him here to me?]

I see
         your tousled blond hair,
         those bright blue eyes
         your round red lips,
but
        It is never really you.

Your lips are the first
I ever thought of touching.
[Did you know how close I came?]

It snowed the day after you left.
I tried desperately
to catch just one
                            perfect flake
to send to you.

You cannot mail a snowflake!
my mother righteously said.
[Did you remember the frozen day
when I loved you first?]

My heart is frozen now.

And I suppose it didn't matter
since you were gone.

You left me here and I
could not forgive you,
that must be why
your ghost haunts me now.

I am sorry. I am so sorry.

I let you slip
through my fingers
                               and now
there is nothing left.