one year later
greyed-eyed ghosts linger here they stare at me through empty picture frames some Doritos the perfume I got for my birthday But I've lived with ghosts before blue-eyed, brown-eyed each staring a little more intently tilting their heads like black cats I feel them staring through the stucco see their outlines in the 1 am shadows and when I finally rest, they pace through my dreams a constant reminder of the boys I once knew and the men they never were. your grey eyes stare at me in a drunken haze wide-eyed like a child caught red handed with candy and I still let your shadow embrace me until I too disappear... that was then. 1 am I lay my head on a pillow that whispers of you, and all the promises you made and like a twister I am strangled by shadows, by dreams, by ghosts... And I wake up. And it's just me and the stucco.