Ghost Stories

Yes, I'm gone. I'm a ghost, a distant memory. There is no more warmth left to my touch. My eyes smolder as the tears put the fire in them out. The smoke collects in a cloud that is ever trailing me, and trailing to the heavens. This must be purgatory, I must be dead. I try to speak but cant commit to volume and mumble my words. I laugh at funerals and cry for lovers. At least at a funeral some progress is made. Lovers are doomed to tragedy and pain, both from within their hearts and the growing problems of age. Welcome to my world, where communication becomes a puzzle to solve that consumes life. How can I speak? My mind races through underground tunnels searching for my grave robbed heart. I have unfinished business to do. I have to find an angel to restore my heart to me. I swear I'm a good spirit, I just want to feel again. I'll keep my eyes locked on the stars and constellations and pray that I stumble blindly into you. Wrap me in your wings and show me how to love again. Miracles only happen when they dont matter, so for now I'm somewhere looking for something else. If you cant believe in love you start to fade away like me. Things stop feeling good or bad. People drift in and out of life like leaves down a river. Love is about finding someone to fall apart with. To destroy your mask and stand bravely face to face. I miss the warmth in my cheeks when I would smile at you. I miss feeling like everyone that saw us was inspired by how strongly our love shone. I miss laying in bed cuddled together to stay off the cold of the winter. But for now I'm just a friendly ghost. Cold, dead, and cowardly. Terrified of the shadows that cast themselves onto me.