ghost (ii)

I found your ghost, Beloved, in another’s face
in their bright eyes, in their tilted forehead
Never think that you stopped clawing at my soul
Never think that I stopped clawing at my soul
to find the dark one that loved you
Never think that I left that dark room
where we spent so many hours
But you have gone from there,
But I have gone from there
We have gone chasing shadows across the wasteland
Dear—I hope you find some dear shade
May you come again to that dark room
that you come rest, when you rest
where you may sleep safely.