Ghost Town Poem by Lily Ives

It's a ghost town where you once dwelled.
Your photos gather dust over the cracked frames
I threw against the doors I forced shut behind you.
A glimmer of light casts a shadow
across your jagged smile,
and I reflect, on all those moments
when you haunted me in my waking hour.

I didn't find love;
it found me in your embrace
under the soft glow of a discarded lamp.
When our eyes met,
you melted the ice crystals
blooming in my chest.
Your deep affection took me by surprise,
and I could no longer hide
that it mirrored mine.

You gently reached with your hands
for my cheeks,
and with your fingertips,
flirted with my face and dewy lips.
The mildly spicy, sweet,
and herbaceous aroma
of your cologne intensified,
as you inched steadily closer,
and paused -
resting your brow upon mine.

I longed to sip on a drop of honey
from your Cupid's bow.
The warm air from your breath rose, and curled,
like ghosts in a cup of peppermint tea.
My skin tingled and exposed my heart's desire
in Braille in anticipation of your kiss.

The smooth, soft and glossy fibres
tugged against my body when
the alarm blared half-past six,
ripping you out of my dream!
Except, I wasn't asleep.
I laid in my bed entangled
in a cocoon of silk,
restless, and desolate,
reaching with my fingertips for my starved lips.
 
I remember all those times
I repeatedly sought you out,
but you only fed me your emotional scraps.
I felt it in the sorrow best
that feelings between us will remain unexpressed.
I forged our love in fool's paradise,
and I shall destroy it
in the blazing inferno raging in my heart.