Some Ghost Aghast.

I can’t hear your voice now. You’re too far away.

But if I sit quietly I can still see your face

like its burnt into my eyes, you’re the flash of a photograph.

Some ghost aghast at all those things I said.

I know I shouldn’t have. I know now

you’re perfect.

I can’t taste your skin anymore. Its covered

with someone else. But I can feel you still,

I can see you crying across the room.

Some ghost at least to keep me company,

a sad see-through figure in the back.

I can’t want anything more than you.