Ghosted
I desire the shivering
From the spirits that levitate;
To hear floorboards creaking
When are no steps to take
And, I wondered if my leaving
Would only further agitate
The ghost living in
The upper left corner of my heart's estate
The smell of fresh flowers
Reminds me of a graveyard
The ones you gave in courtship;
One more pretty thing was marred
I stand over grass untrimmed
And see life above your stone shard
I wonder if I could stand here
And watch over like useless guard
In truth, I could do nothing
But wait for a silvery hue
I wish to see cloth floating
Above the empty church's pew
I didn't believe in ghosts
But now I really wish I do
They say the dead haunt the living
I am praying that you do it too
YOU ARE READING
All Love Lost
Poetry"Love is not lost after it is given. I have given love and it has stayed and they have been grateful for it. If I have removed pain in any way then I know that I have not loved for nothing."
