The Haunting

Another poem on a common theme of mine...when love ends.

The sky empties itself outside my window
and my thoughts echo a regretful hue
phantom traces of your fingers on my skin
the flashbacks in my mind come full view
a softness of your breath on my cheek
replaced by the bitter warmth of my tears
the whispers of affection from gentle lips
now like my dreams all disappeared
what can i do with a love like this
which is to never be reciprocated
memories haunt the waking and the dreaming
this loss which will always be unabated
others touch my skin and it's you i feel
these others who just pass the time
i write these words you will never see
all these same old rhymes
and what grieves me most
is a lost hope you feel as i do
are we the other's haunting
or do i in solitude rue

Author's Note

This is my favorite sad poem i've written. Usually it's the poems i write that i don't like much that others do but this one is a point of pride with me.

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[Pinky]

i can see why you take pride in it...