I am haunted by the ghost of your Love, the memories of your tears <br />When we last spoke. <br />The images still as vivid as the moon's glow this hot, July evening, <br />Yet, I can't seem to grasp what we had- <br />Our Love seems as opaque as the day's summer heat haze, beating down relentlessly on the black <br />tar road- A mirage, mirrored only by my incessant dreams. <br />What does this mean- Have I lost all hope of your Love, <br />Have you given up on mine. <br />My heart breaks at the thought, as yours is surely- <br />Jagged shards of glass lay upon the floor, blood from your fingertips drip <br />On your beautiful white dress… <br />And you don't seem to notice, <br />No, you could care less.<br /><br />Kelly Seale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-memory-of-you-3/
