ghosts have haunted me all day today, shimmering forms floating across the beige carpet, tantalizing glimpses into what could have been, would have been, never quite was

no words exchanged, not even a glance my way as they went about the shades of yesterday

at first i sat huddled under a blanket, afraid of their spectral presence, but eventually i watched them lost in thought

almosts and broken dreams, faint whispers of love and lingering impressions of empty words, smoky memories of better days

of blue eyes and sorrow filled stares, words of anger and lashing tongues

promises made to another, of endless devotion meant for someone else, whispered to me, but not for me

painful nonetheless, slashing and beating, biting vows unrequited, trying to throw myself in front of them, make them my own, failing everytime

the after images of a time before, blurred by tears, magnified by the ache in my chest and given corporal shape by anmind blinded by loss

the wishes of one who has known only loss