Haunted.
I am haunted,
chased by ghosts
of a past that
is gone,
of a future that
will never be.
My sister
told me that
I should find happiness
even if that means
changing my life
drastically,
leaving all of the people
I know and love
behind.
She said that love is
possible
if I look.
But not with Johnny.
Why should I try
if I can’t hold
his hand,
bite his lip
as we wrap ourselves
in passion
and flames?
What is the point of
finding a love
that shines in tones of gray
when I once had a love
that glowed in
reds
yellows
greens
blues
all the colors
of life?
What is the point
if it’s not his hand,
his mouth,
his voice,
his touch?
There isn’t one
without him.