“Though it hurts like hell, I cannot get enough.
So please, haunt me until the day I die.”
I feel you in everything I do. You’re in the grass beneath my feet. I feel the ghost of your touch in the breeze as I catch your scent. You’re in every song I hear. Somehow, you’re still finding a way into my soul. Speaking to me in whispers. Letting me feel your hunger. And even though it hurts like hell, I cannot get enough. So please, haunt me until the day I die.
© Sarah Doughty
2018
I don’t mind having
your ghost with me.
The Reluctant Poet 