Demons and Ghosts

Blame anyone, not me when you see I moved on,

I wrestled, like my Life depended on it, with my demons 

and your skeletons but they were never long gone.

When you laughed at me later, was when I noticed your shirt was far from bloody

while mine was dripping of my sweat and their blood.

Now I don’t know who you were or I was

or if the nights were always this long and empty; and morning Sun always jumped out to eat us?

Were words of strangers always so similar; and did they teach in Schools to love in halves?

Was being cold the only way to survive; and did the world always depend on chemicals than on people?

Times of ink and paper have gone, and our’s has fled too.

I write with my laptop, Technology feels not very romantic..

But Romance was the jungle I burnt much before I was out of the woods.

I never wonder how you must be doing, or if you dedicate a second to me.

Maybe because the ghost of your absence, the angels of your memories meet me, enough.

Enough for me to remember the perfume I’d wear before I felt the touch of your fingers on my skin,

Enough to remember your habits that gave my heart those creases I chose to leave & begin again,

Enough for me to remember the sound your laughter made when something amused your tiny brain,

Enough for me to remember my city is not the residence of your face, but Derby.

My eyes see all of you in every place, and it’s such a rush

to still have you in me, so much.

So much that you never left.

You are always here

That I hear you whisper, everynight, you wish you were here

to my almost sleeping ears.