Tentative tendrils of memories
encircle me today.
I eat, bathe and walk with them;
whispering sweet words;
grazing my ears with kisses
of the past.
I can feel myself weaken,
give in to your misty essence.
What place are you going to take me
to this time?
I know what images you please yourself with
are at least real.
Not just sickly cravings, fantasies of an
But reminiscing can be painful too.
You coalesce at the corners of my vision;
Beautiful, frail beings of floating moments.
My own ghosts;
you don’t haunt or stalk,
but drift alongside me.
Every few minutes I’ll walk through you,
and images will flood me.
Voices, colours, senses,
a pocket of the past to relive again.
This one is fresh.
Recently swaddled and placed in storage.
How considerate of you.
To make me remember what the rapid fall
for a new love is like.
The reserved smiles, thinking you can
peek and they wouldn’t see.
The shy touches, always longing for something
The small toss and throw, between words,
gestures, hands and hearts and lips aching to
The world vanished,
****** into its own black hole,
when I laid eyes on you.
Seeped into warm, golden streams.
You left me feeling bold, my
you pulled it out of me
like pulling string out of its coil.
Your arms slowly made the journey
around my slender waist;
holding me close.
I could nuzzle and cling
and I never wanted you to pull away.
Wrapped in each other’s warmth below the
map of stars and before
the beacons of the city,
our kiss was slow and long,
sugary taste and warming.
A fire at the first spark, rising from ash.
Ghost, why trail me like this?
On those days I have yet to see him,
I still crave him.
You remind me of that lingering pull.
I sit on that bench where we embraced,
but he isn’t there.
All I know is you ghost.
Hovering beside me,
a still, pale presence moulding
But you are empty.
A white spectre leaving me wanting.
Stop shedding my memories before me
like dead skin.
Stop reminding me.
I’m still left yearning after your visit
to my mind.
Rooting through the archives,
trudging through my still weeping pieces.
I pull away, and your vision collapses.
Finally you fade into nothing.
I can be at peace without your play.