Alone,
In my room,
Images of you
Flash before my
Eyes, and I cannot
Help but to feel ghosts
Of your kisses on my body,
Phantom touches of your soft
Hands, and I wish the ghost of
You away, because I miss your
Warmth, I miss you more
And more, the more I
Think of you, and
All that I could
Want is for
You to be
Here.
