Ghostly Visage

"Ghostly Visage"

Silence hangs heavy

     in the room with me

     as the warm oranges of day

pour through the window,

Another night begins

to take shape

as the sun dips

below the horizon,

And another ghostly tour of memory

will appear

in every corner I look,

I see you there again

by the books

saying something 

I can no longer hear,

Smiling at me as you slowly disappear,

The darker hues of blues

begin

to crawl up 

along the walls,

As night creeps closer,

I see you there

in your favorite chair

flipping through old mail,

I try and step closer to you

but you fade away again,

   just then my eyes look toward

the doorway

as you stand there

looking happy

and you turn and walk away,

For a brief moment

I can feel the brush of your touch

on my hand again

but you are not here,

and you never will be again,

You're not dead

but I wish I was,

and that throws my spirit

into a fit of rage,

because you do not hold

that power over me,

However,

My essence knows

someone like you

will never happen again

for me,

But life for you

will be kinder,

The sharp sting of cold

has finally arrived with the night,

and I begin again

to drink to forget,

Life will not destroy me

with liquid destruction

Instead

I will forge ahead

hand in hand

with the night

knowing

one morning 

your ghostly visage

will no longer haunt me.

-Armando Torres