You say that you want to talk to me

   The man of a thousand deaths...

I just agree,

   But I never wait.

Knowing somehow,

   Once again,

This is just a ploy that young children

   Taunt me with...

And it dulls my senses.

I think about you everyday

   It has become habitual

After so many years have gone by-

   It is nothing I'll stop doing soon.

Just another daily thought

   To fill my voided life.

Someday,

   In my future,

You will be only a memory.

   Like you were before

I feel in love with a ghost.

   Did you ever know this was happening?

Do I even care?

I love the mystery of not knowing you.

 

                                                      ~Yvonne Renee Moore