Ghost Lover

Ghost Lover

I remember you breathing my air and stroking my hair.
But could it all be a figment of my imagination?
The thoughts of the two of us making beautiful creation?
I still smell your scent mixed with mine,
and your touch is ultra fine.
Only a slight memory of your face;
But I hear promises of forever, as long as...
Well, I can't remember,
and now you're missing without a trace.