Ghost

I used to find the feeling of my hand in yours comforting

There was something that reminded me of home

In the way your fingers played with mine

Absentmindedly assuring yourself that I was still with you

But now you feel like cold biting air

And you’re nothing like the familiar warmth of what I know

You feel like a corpse come to stand by me

Not letting the fact that you’re dead and gone stop you

And your quiet singing voice

That only escaped your lips

When you were concentrating on something hard

No longer sounds like a meek nightingale trying to finding its song

It is replaced by the sound of howling wind

Forcing its way through a train station platform

On which only I stand

Remembering when the spot next to me was not empty

Your hot breath that once tickled my ear whenever you whispered to me

Used to make my heart race faster than I thought it ever could

And it still does

But now it also sends shivers along my spine

It is chilling

And calling for help

From beyond the grave in which you rest

With a rasp that rattles bones

Every time I feel you with me

All colour drains from my face

Because I know you aren’t meant to be here

You haven’t been here in a long time

Please stop reminding me

That from under your tombstone, you still call

Please stop reminding me

That you are a home I can never return to