A Haunting of Sorts
Like the most persistent ghost she haunts the halls inside of my head with cobwebs and candelabras it’s dark and dinghy and somewhere the sound of water dripping never fades and three’s skeletons of every secret I hold just waiting for someone to rustle their bones
She floats in every corner ethereal, beautiful, haunting she never makes a sound anymore because I can’t remember exactly the way her voice sounded when it spoke my name but I know she really did whisper love in my ears
the gown she wears floats like water in the wind Her eyes as blue as ice and just as cold She is winter in the middle of August Skin so pale and tinted blue Cold, just cold
She never makes a sound just appears and makes me watch as she dances on the ocean in my head making sure I remember forever There is no escape a poltergeist made of the one I’ve loved banging the furniture and giving me a headache
Is this what it feels like to go mad? To go crazy? To go completely and absolutely bat shit insane? Am I to remain this way? Haunted by he shape of the one I loved? Forever destined to look in the eyes I cannot have? God, I hope not
All these years have gone by and still she dances floats moves like mist
My eternal punishment.
