Ghost of Love

He shuts the door, closing himself off from sympathetic eyes that analyze his every move,

Ready to pick apart his grief. The lock turns, securing him away from

Patronizing smiles, as if they have some semblance of this pain that courses

Through him, taking over his life, his waking moments and his slumber.

He kicks off his shoes, strips his mask, slips into himself, becoming the ghost that chases him.

The ghost of her that haunts his heart, walking through the hallways of his mind.

He had, once more, become her perfect companion.

The bedroom is the same, theirs still, never his.

Her clothes occupy the drawers, clothes that remind him of the nights he bared her skin,

As he mapped out her body, tracing his love across her being.

He climbs the bed; leaving on the clothes he can’t remember picking.

His hand curls over where she should be; Warm, safe, his.

The ache settles around him once more, the ache he only allows to come in the dark,

When the ghost of her, and the ghost of who he’s become, reunite once again.

When he can shut his eyes, and for the smallest of moments,

Forget that he’s been ripped apart. ‘Til it fades, again, and he’s left with

The all-encompassing emptiness that has become his life, without her.

Author's Note

I've changed the font size. Let me know if this is better for reading!

Reviews

[LetMeLaughLetMeSing]

This is so beautiful... oh my gosh. I love it. I'd make the font a little bigger--it's a bit hard to read as it is now. That's all for criticism, though; there's nothing else I could say, even if I went through looking for mistakes. powerful poem, wonderful write, and a great grade: A+! :D

[Kestrova]

This is incredible, and there isn't a single thing wrong with it; It's beautiful and well-written, expressing with every word the emotion behind it. I agree with LetMeLaughLetMeSing that the font could be a tad larger but aside from that, it's perfect!