I'm laying next to a ghost.
Not the typical ghost of which most think.
A reverse ghost for the body is there but it's the spirit that's gone.
You look like my love but you are not.
I'm laying next to a ghost.
I kissed your lips and they were cold.
Not in the typical ghost sense but in a way that it wasn't right.
Your lips feel like my love's but they are not.
I'm laying next to a ghost.
I hold you in my arms but you're not there.
You're not literally gone as if I'm holding nothing.
Your arms feel like my love's but the sensation is not.
I'm laying next to a ghost.
Not the typical ghost of which most think.
A reverse ghost for the body is there but it's the spirit that's gone.
You look like my love but you are not.
I miss my love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem