A book from my hands does flee

And with it, so my heart does fall

It drags its beat into eternity

Until I fright it shall not beat at all

I nestle it to final resting place

Our shelf, the cradle, the bin its grave

My soft sighs sing its humble grace

The pain of memory too great to save

Our house is gored from tip to stern

Your body strewn throughout

Pieces of you at every wind and turn

Your blood still whets the drought

With the book I toss an organ

Every paper a shred of skin

Your scent does form a cordon

In every room I'm standing in

I can't escape, you're always near

Nervous trickle as I pee

And even in that bathroom mirror

Your face stares back at me

Every gift, you gave a piece away

Every touch, you sunk below

Every footstep was a new inlay

Every glance possessed my soul

Every bedsheet knew your warm caress

Every shirt felt muscled hips

As it reached cloth hands to tender breasts

And warm cups kissed at sweetly lips

Your head nuzzled every pillow

It clumped hair in every drain

It rested on spindly weeping willow

As we laughed through torrents of rain

Your perfume stunk every hallway

Your cooking roused every nose

Your colour contrasted my smoth'ring gray,

With every smile, our spirits rose

How can be it, a ghost you are

While you sit alive and well?

I lie haunted when we sleep apart

Your pinup adorns lonesome cell

Another sigh, refuse condemned

I return to emptied home

But loneliness, once come is stemmed

With you is never alone