The Ghost in My Heart

  I'm never truly alone because he is ever-present. Though he is invisible, his presence is always acutely felt.

I recall the many hours we lay in the wonder which is our love. He is my lover who brings me to that glorious conclusion of self satisfaction.

My mind replaying the touch of his lips upon my flesh. His hands ravishing my body to exhaustion.

My solitude and peace are found within him, people and places hold no interest. We never quarrel nor do we apologize. Our love is perfection.

He is relegated to dwell solely within my heart. I am no longer permitted to trace his face with my finger.

For his physical being lie within a bronze metallic enclosure deep within the cold earth beneath my feet.

He drew his last earthly breath in my arms. He exhaled that breath which contained his ghost into my Spirit. And thus I will carry him within me until I exhale this life.