I felt a touch from a far,
It was like you were there but you were not.
My mind must have been playing tricks on me.
For one sweet little moment I thought you were there.

I caught a glimpse of a shadow in the corner of my eye,
I turned my head but there is nothing there.
It was like I was being haunted by the ghost of you.

The spark that once built our bridge burnt it down.
As you burned I just turned away,
Even when you begged me to stay.
Now I can’t escape the ghost of you.

Love was supposed to bring us together but it just tore us apart,
I managed to push you and myself away,
Managed to tear you and myself down.
Now that you are gone all I see is the ghost of you.

"It is a great feeling,
to be in touch with you.....
Without you."

with all the ******* we did
you could've thought we might at least got some of it right
                                                      
                          but i felt twice as much when he took my hand tonight
                          i pulled away, of course...
                          at least i'm on a learning curve

The chapters you live in are pages I visit often
The novel of my life is indexed by your name.
Dog eared, bookmarked, frayed at the edges
Memories I keep (re)turning to
Some shabbily hastily taped back
Ripped out in fury, the need to forget
All consuming
And yet
I put them back
Slowly
Deliberately
Smoothing out the wrinkles
Relishing the agony to remember
To cherish the love not too long ago
The roses you gave me
Pressed against these pages
sweetness wafting
pervading my senses
mingling with a whiff of your salty aftertaste
******* the pages like they conceal
fragments of you within their folds
forever on my bedside table and in my dreams
you reappear,
the protagonist of a story that never belonged to you.

The eyes are the windows
to the soul
So I stare
Deeply and intensely.

and analyze you from the outside, in
Figuring out all the components that make you whole.
through those little windows.

Love was feeling our first touch
in that dimly lit room
where it was just me and you
hearing the sound of soft charms,
your lips meeting mine,
and the way you gazed at me
Love was having you there
just the two of us
and our delicate touch

Love was not the way
we just abandoned ship
but the way we got through it
making room where we see fit
Love wasn’t even supposed to be like this
Love was to be around you
Confused
With how I fit with someone
I barely knew
Realizing
All this Love was meant for you.

You
Are resting your eyes,
but I can still see right through
those little windows.

What is a sin?
A bare skin?
A lover and a room candle lit?
Forbidden touches and a gentle kiss
What is my sin?
You,
And for you
I'd forsake my chastity
My virtue
For an embrace
My bare chest for your hands to trace
To kiss
Forbidden kisses
They made passion an obscenity
And love a taboo
They made me a sinner
And my beautiful sin
Is you ...