Poetry

Never

12:46 AM

I'm in love with a ghost.

The ghost of a past I never knew, and a summer we never spent together.

When we never held each other tight in the tall grass,
and watched the clouds above our heads.
When you never kissed my lips until they bled,
and held my hand until our fingers caught flame.
When the wind never whipped my hair out the window of your Chevrolet,
and the sun never burned the skin upon my bare shoulders.
When your eyes never smiled,
and your laughter never filled the four walls of my bedroom.

And my heart never beat faster than yours.

And I never loved.
And I never lived.
And the ghosts never haunted me.