Peniamina Ii Poem by Melissa Hurst

Somehow the ghost has lingered in my presence
Remnants of memories loiter within my mind
The whip of guilt finds me when I seek other lips
To escape the haunting.

The vessel of the ghost dwells within happy esteem,
Devoid of the intensity and promise
that our bond once held.
My eyes are no longer his shining stars.

His transparent hands tuck my mind in,
The softness of his archived words
Soothes the ache that disturbs my rest.

If only I would have shown the depth of my love
By washing his feet with tears of joyous love
And drying them with my perfumed hair.

My face no longer stands out
Among a crowd of women,
For I am no longer the fire
That ignites the wick of his heart.

But you shall always be the spark
That kisses the wick of my heart
And if we shall approach Heaven's gates,
Before my mind is to be erased of earth's memories,
I will bow before you and whisper, 'You far surpassed
All that my eyes came to know, all that my heart ever grieved for,
and all that my soul hungered for.'