Loving the ghost.

Always.

With me.

Never here

But in my blood, through my bones (when they creak and when they cry).

There is no moment without you. I cannot reach you.

Never have I wanted to feel something on my skin as much as yours.

I am grateful. Your spirit is not sufficient.

Your voice haunts me.

(You used to sing to me everyday . . .)

Your love passes through me. Like a dream.

I cannot love like this.

Never here

With me.

Always.