Kissing ghosts

Kissing Ghosts

The package contained one thing; held many
And your card as well
Five lines
Four start with 'Sorry'

You
are
in
my
head
x

You
are
in
my
heart
x

Kissing ghosts
Kissing ghosts

They vanish
Eyes open
Eyes shut
They vanish
All the broad strength of the sky cannot hold them

They vanish
They vanish
The ghosts, the dead, the past

Your last gift to me this poem
Broken, hard
Your last gift to me

I drank with the dead
I kissed ghosts

Your last gift to me this poem