The Ghost of You
You are left here
in books.
And your voice echoes
As music.
Your face invades a room
Permanent in my mind.
You rest and wrestle
In my body.
I scream over hills,
Whisper through trees,
Over miles of highway
In prayers
For you!
Will you not
hear me?
You read words
not sharing,
Sing songs without me.
You see the room that I am in,
But you walk through me.
You rest and wrestle me away
From you!
And I stay on my side
Of the world,
A hell silenced
By your finger
To my lip.
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