Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)

Ghosts.

I wish I...
Could move on.
I know the people that
I have lost

Wont.
Ever.
come.
back.

Why would they?
What reason could they,
Possibly,
Have to
come back?

And yet,
With every bone in my
Battered,
Beaten up,
body,
I hope they will.

They're the ghosts that haunt me.