THE GHOST OF YOU

As I sit within this empty house,
So bare since you've been gone,
I try to figure out some things,
Like, where did we go wrong?

To this day I can't quite understand
How this all came about.
The ghost of you still haunts this place
Since the day that you moved out.

I still see your face upon the pillow
As I turn out the light.
I still feel your body next to mine,
Deep within the night.

Sometimes I even hear your voice,
I actually answer to your calls.
But again, it's just the ghost of you
That lingers within these walls.

I am fine when I'm outside this house,
For I'm gone throughout the day.
But at night, you still have me enchained
With this ghost that won't go away.

B.G. Wetherby