When You Were Here Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

Using the notes blared to cover the void,
Swiftly, quickly, I erase your presence.
But, naïve as I, past lives aren’t destroyed.
And my mind – frantic – floats in your essence.
Alive and pulsing are my ghosts that haunt –
They never found me when you were around –
The ghost with steel hands – again makes me gaunt.
Swirling and snatching my youth – they surround.
Should I’ave given you his forsaken name?
You being valiant in protection;
Should I hide my face from this wicked shame?
Or wait for personal resurrection?
Everything was complicated with you,
But since you’ve vanished, nightmares have swept through.