I Still Feel Your Ghost (2/18/12) Poem by Ryan Cole

I still feel your ghost in all the places we used to haunt

clinging nostalgia dragging me back there

though I no longer belong

I am exiled, forbidden access

a traveller with no destination to call me forward

biding time, the interminal wait

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I feel your ghost around me here

in the crisp cold cut of the morning

the ragged tearing of the wind, shrilly whistling

through the not quite closed window

and the empty space of my bed

There is snow on the mountains

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I feel your ghost in that too