Ghosts

Choking on memories
My words were not enough
To make you feel me

My thoughts
My dreams
My hands are empty
Clutching at your ghost
That haunts my solitude

The music
The wine
The drugs can't drive you away
From the ruins of my heart

The castle of my soul
Is taken up
By your memory

Every night we made
A bond of blood
A pact of flesh
In occult words
And mystic sayings
They mean nothing
Nothing

I'm left with the immaterial
The intangible

I'm left with ghosts

P.Frias