I am haunted, I think
By the ghost of you
It lingers in hallways
And in the corners of my view
The faint outline of your head
I can see, lying on my chest
Ethereal hair brushing my skin
While I lie with someone else
It is worse when I am alone
Staring at the space between my hands
My delusions resuscitating
The memory of how well you fit that span
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
I am haunted, I think
By the ghost of you
It lingers in hallways
And in the corners of my view
The faint outline of your head
I can see, lying on my chest
Ethereal hair brushing my skin
While I lie with someone else
It is worse when I am alone
Staring at the space between my hands
My delusions resuscitating
The memory of how well you fit that span
