Am I chasing ghosts?
The one that I had left behind
Searching every new face
That age old familiarity
That thoughtless bond, older than us
Will I ever find such a ghost again,
Or am I meant to be seeking, this life time
One that will quench the thirst
While calming and enraging the fire inside my bones
As his hand ghosting over my scars
A voice that I may pretend is his
Finally hearing my words from his lips
Or am I forever chasing the wind?
Ghosting hands on my waist
Shuddering like a flower in the breeze
When it hits my neck
Just a breeze stroking desperate flesh