CAILLTE(LOST)


what I miss most
(I know its ridiculous)
but


the biting into
an apple...its crunch
the sudden spurt of juice


rain on my face
snow on the tip
of my tongue


the little curl
that always tucked itself
in behind her ear


the sound of her
footsteps
getting near


God I hate
being a ghost
it's no life


thought death
would be the end
of it


but here I am
in this
whatever....this...is


I am
haunted
by the living