Dreams of you
A dark forest wedding with your scattered,
broken congregation
Envying your faceless bride
With hateful remorse.
Filling only the space beside you
She is untouchable;
A sole mortal at a ghosts’ masquerade.
Your presence is children’s Tylenol
Thick and sickly sweet
Filling my throat.
Coating my naïve conscience
You treat only my symptoms
Your absence?
Astrotravel. I have
No
Body.