Following
you through
a door,
you disappear.
I search
around,
you
are nowhere
to be
found.
Sleeping
at night
I hear
your
cries.
Tossing
and
turning,
your
wales
leave
my ears
burning.
I love
your pale
face
and try
to touch
you.
You are
what
I want
most, though
it is hard
to love
a ghost.
