The past haunts me
The spectre of a man
Reaches out for me 
And I...
I reach out for him

How I long to feel his touch 
Once more
How the hollow place is filled
By his presence
The sensation of him sends shivers
Though touch be unfelt

Time changes nothing
I once loved
I love
I will love again
A ghost I become and will remain

Words: ©2018LCR
Image: ©Adam S. Doyle