Homeless Ghosts

I spit out burned yesterdays,

homeless ghosts of my solitude,

hovering above in damnation of doubt.

Grey rotations of pain wait silently,

your white raiment colored

with my virgin spilled blood,

a soulless, endless creation

floating just out of reach

in the light of waylaid darkness,

hanging by swaying daisy chains

jumping off at the next flower.

Thick soup memory hides your fog

as tilted haloes resurrect

deception crawling on all fours,

sliding into macabre waltz.

I imagine the tiptoe patter

of your naked feet leaving,

my core frozen by cold absence

ghostly remnants of your misty eyes

cauterize my soul, leaving it barren

while I kiss your translucent smile

               GOODBYE.