Week eleven. #5: Ryan.

Username: RyanBH

Preferred name: Ryan

Title: A Ghost of the Past

As a remnant of heartache,
you float around my strangled mind.
A squatter in this realm of
distant wonder and dreams.

You paint the rainbows black
and pluck the sun from its perch.

The sweet blackberries who soaked in the 
morning dew have rotted and turned sour.

Leaves fall to ash as you pass. The trees are 
blazing lighthouses for the shadows that roam.

I hear your voice call my name,
but I can never find you.
You hide in my aching thoughts.
A phantom amidst the fog.

The merciful clouds cry
when a red rose wilts.
Their tears flood the fields where
we could have ran among the flowers.

As time passes with each sullen sunset,
it is you who still haunts my dreams.

You wander, a ghost of the past.
A memory of lust and sorrow.
Our souls connected.
Our hearts apart.

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