I wake next to you, head still filled with questions.
I know nothing of your feelings toward me,
I know nothing of what this means to you.
I wish you would tell me how you feel for me,
But I could never ask you all the questions I have.
~ l m d
Ghost
Lingering and ever-present is the ghost.
Fear floods my body when I finally feel settled,
For he would never truly let me be.
His fury threatens those ones around me,
So, in isolation I keep them safe.
I can not afford to be bold.
Slowly I shut the blinds and lock the doors.
Alone in the house it is just the ghost and I.
He speaks to me in past memories and shared tragedy,
Refusing to let me forget.
As if forgetting had ever been an option.
Around every corner I hesitate, afraid he will be there waiting.
I jump even when he isn’t there,
Because I know that when he catches me, I will be a ghost too.
~ l m d