Ghost of Love

A sensation unbeknownst to our naive eyes

Felt on dark nights by fragmented hearts

Love reflects in glass, glaring like a fire

Untouchable by hands, bountiful in scars

It lurks in your head until you speak

Clinging to every word spoken before

A fire found winter, our own creation

Meant to torment us both for days to come

Until we meet again in fragile moonlight

Exhausting our flames when we come close

Fearing the spark that radiates from our touch

A future written in scars on our chest

Crying that we must leave it alone, however

Your ghost is a figure to love, for now

And forever