My Poetry

Apart

A ghost lies in my arms after dark
Just the faintest sense of you.
A ghost strikes a match to light a spark
In my drumbeat heart tattoo.

In this empty bed, I ache for your nearness;
Raw agony scours my core.
I’m utterly, completely yours to possess,
And you are mine to adore.

The distance between us is daunting;
It’s a vast and bottomless sea.
But my loneliness is more haunting
Than those depths that terrify me.

I refuse to entertain a thought of failing;
I shun the fears stalking my sleep.
I bolster in my chest the heart that is quailing,
And I pray my resolve will keep.