Ghost

If
I could breathe for you,
would the chains of our
regret,
fall apart; asleep in time?

A
sigh of your cold heart,
reflecting blue in tender
agony,
untold, whispered to me.

May
I seek your trembling soul,
kiss the whimpering hurt
restless,
twisted, forsaken by her?

Your
voice echoes the insanity,
reverberant, catatonic;
seeping
through my unwilling ears.

The
years, crowded with much
more than that moment,
sigh
as my tears cry in your pain.

Am
your ghost, forever a shadow
creeping into your existence,
breath
of relief as you laugh with her.