Sleeping With Ghosts

Did she tell you it hurt?
Searching a space
Not touched by flesh
You left in the bed,
Or that your scent lingers
Upon soft pillows,
Where you once
Settled your head,
While she, in vexed sleep,
Struggles to forget.

Did she tell you it hurt?
When you call
Disturbing dark shadows,
Could be 3am,
Not that it matters,
To talk
Of all random crap,
Useless facts,
Rambling chit chat,
Evading the issue
You loved her at all.

Did she tell you it hurt?
Swallowing lies,
Ridiculous alibis,
Faith placed mistakenly, cost.
Engulfed, bitter tears shed,
Images of you
Playing with that tart,
Which you denied
With a smile and a laugh
Right from the very start.

Did she tell you it hurt?
Calling your name,
Over and over
Hoping upon hope,
In delusional vain
You would be home,
Waiting, with love,
Enfolding,
Wrapping,
Holding,
As only you know how.

Did she tell you it hurt?
Implore her to marry you
Down on one knee, pleading,
Knowing it was simply a joke
For no ring did you find
To bind her to your life,
But instead, with regret,
Told her to return
To ghosts of her past.

Did she tell you it hurt?
Recollecting, hurtful, harsh words,
You constantly enjoyed
Shoving down her throat,
While, all the while
Pouring poison down your own.
Bitterness be blessed
In this cup of life,
For creating this mess,
Departed with her heart
Leaving trails of torment,
Remnants of sorrow.
Tears splashed today
Will be, distrust of tomorrow.

Did she tell you?
The most painful part of all,
Rises up, chokes, enveloping her
In the darkest of dark,
As she lies alone.
Join memory of many,
Fleeting spectres of past.
Peeling layers from her,
For now, she remains, frozen.
She is sleeping with a ghost.

Did she tell you it hurt?
No, I thought not.