The Edges Of Space Poem by Paul Brookes

lovers voices buried deep float, surfacing gasping for air
sometimes there's one that comes at night, freed from memories vault,
to slip silently across the floor to invadingmy dreams.
soft voiced and sweet scented filling my being.
sometimes as I lie awake that voice soughs in the wind
you have forgotten me it cries though I remain buried deep.

no I reply you entered my heart a sharp splinter of love,
causing a wound that never heals even though you have gone.
that lopsided grin a ghost of a smile remains.
trying to piece your face like making a patchwork but nothing compares to the once living flesh.

Do you, I wonder, lie at the edge of reality?
waiting patiently for me to lead me on and ease my passage,
to guide me to that other place