"Ghostly Visage"
Silence hangs heavy
in the room with me
as the warm oranges of day
pour through the window,
Another night begins
to take shape
as the sun dips
below the horizon,
A ghostly tour of memory
will appear
in every corner I look,
I see you there again
by the books
saying something
I can no Longer hear,
Smiling at me as you slowly disappear,
The darker hues of blues
begin
to crawl up along the walls,
As night gets closer,
I see you there
in your favorite chair
flipping through old mail,
I step closer to you
as you fade away again,
my eyes look toward
the doorway
and you stand there
looking happy
as you turn and walk away,
For a brief moment
I can feel your touch
on my hand again
but you are not here,
you never will again,
You're not dead
but I wish I was,
and that throws my spirit
into a fit of rage,
because you do not hold
that power over me,
However,
My essence knows
someone like you
will never happen again
for me,
But life for you
will be kinder,
The sharp sting of cold
has finally arrived with the night,
and I begin again
to drink to forget,
Life will not destroy me
with liquid destruction
Instead
I will forge ahead
hand in hand
with the night
knowing
one morning
your ghostly visage
will no longer haunt me.
-Armando Torres
