The Ghost of You
The ghost of you –
still lingers in my memory.
Scents in the air, the things you left behind.
I always thought that forever
you would be mine.
Now as the days slide one into the other,
the ghost of you, is still so strongly in my mind.
You always told me – I was your precious rose,
to have and to hold.
Then, or so it seems, wildflowers entered your dreams.
The day we parted, there was no anger,
only silence ever after.
The ghost of you still lingers,
images imprinted upon my soul.
How can I go on,
when like a rose,
seeking the rain,
I’m forever thirsty for your love.
Another night and I cannot keep from thinking.
The ghost of you seems so very close.
With my eyes closed –
I feel you so strongly.
Your kiss upon my lips
and I want to reach out my arms,
but this rose has begun to wilt.
Then as I softly sigh,
I feel your hand upon my cheek.
A kiss full of passion,
you give to me.
As my eyelids flutter open –
I see the love in your eyes so dear.
The ghost of you will no longer haunt my memories.
At long last
you’ve come home to me.
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Beautifully written, Rasma. The poet in you shines bright in this lovely piece of mixed emotions.
Thank you William.
Nice to have a happy ending Rasma, as most poems of love lost do not. beautifully emoted and tenderly penned of those feelings of loss when love leaves us to perhaps play in the wildflowers. Great work and thoroughly enjoyed.
Thank you Tony.
This is so lovely, Rasma. You have such a wonderful skill in expressing deep emotions and love. Enjoyed this very much.
Thank you Phyllis. Many times I have remembered people just by certain scents and of course, it is always better if they return to us.
The Ghost of you still lingers. Profetic words indeed. Never forgetting the one we loved and still hunger for. Dreams offer us those emotional memories and knowing our past love lingers still is emotionally sublime. Beautifully expressed as always. Loved every stanza.
Thank you Vincent. This inspiration came from long ago when my dad passed away and mom and I still felt like he was right there.
Rasma, The poem speaks of wildflowers entering dreams, that the loss was due to one or the other seeking something or someone different. My loss was due to illness and death, but your poem still echoes many of my own feelings and thoughts. It’s been more than eight years, but a few months ago I had the emotional experience described in “The ghost of you seems so very close….” and in the words that follow. Thank you for the beautiful and relevant poem.
You welcome Chris. I know that as time goes on memories and thoughts will always keep us close.