I know we all have demons
You’re mine,
with your clouded soul
all bound in smoke
and your penchant
for diving into the dark
We are two halves
of a melancholy heart
that together are dangerous,
but still
I find myself struggling
to fall asleep,
caught between these dreams,
feeling the press
of your absence,
despite the fact
that your ghost
still lingers on,
a silent shadow
haunting me from
those old songs,
each one seasoned
with your memory

Breath of Words© 4/21/17

photo by Jared Tyler