ghosts

February 8, 2014

I can still feel ghosts of your arms around me

Whispers lingering in my ears

A finger tracing my collarbone, a shadow caressing my cheek

Invisible lips hesitating before mine

Echoes of a heartbeat bouncing off the basement walls

Footprints of empty shoes on the faded, dirty carpet

And toothless, mouthless smiles so loud I can't hear my own voice

That's what fills this empty, shallow bucket of a room

My ears are brimming with your ghosts

And I can never sleep

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