Your ghost is beside me
Lips tracing my own
Fingers entangled in mine
My memory is kind to you
Thinking you stand in the sun beside me
My rosey glasses say there was once love
It had been mututal
But my glasses are breaking
The illusion gone
But you ghost haunts me still
With your stinging remarks
Your cruel diffidence
My love had been unconditional
Limits found when you pushed me away
Not even allowing a goodbye
