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.