Your Ghost Poem by Jennifer Rosario

I thought I loved you-
Back then,
when we sat at picnic tables
and scribbled our names
in an ashy residue.
And two minutes ago
that overwhelming sensation
filtered back through my veins
like blood that hadn't moved in years

I thought I loved you
Back then
When I laid down pedals for you
and watched you trample across the silk lines
of that red-colored hue.
And two minutes ago
an overwhelming feeling of remorse
drenched my arid soul
like a ghost moving through a beaten hovel.

I can't believe I thought I loved you
Back then
when I was naive to think
that, that ink was enough to stain.
Yet, rain washed away the residue
but the blanket of you
still drapes me in blue.

the me, who thought

'I loved you.'