My Lost Love Poem by Denise Landau

My Lost Love

My lost love sighs and turns his head away.
His soft form hides, in sleep forgets his day.

When my breath has left my body, it flies around the room.
It lights upon his lips before it dissipates in gloom.
There is part of me that lies there, that seems to be asleep.
The rest of me, a ghost that walks in timeless travel seeks.

My lost love rests and dreams within the dark.
His warm salt scent, without his gentle spark.

When the ghost that walks beside me, can't taste my spiceless role,
It leaves to wander by the walls, becomes the building's soul.
Silent songs among the rafters, it wails and sometimes moans.
My lost lover softly sighing a tune that has no tones.

My lost love tries to touch me tenderly.
My spirit flies, too slow, and much too free.

'Though he dwells within my hearing, my shadow can't be heard.
In a house that lives around me, entrapped just like a bird.
My lost lover stands beside me, and whispers wistfully,
To the specter in the corner -the ghost part that is me.