I awaken from my now lost sleep.
I open the terrace doors that shut I always keep.
The nights have long past when by the river he would be.
His texts would read,
"The river tonight is lovely."
At that moment past in time, I would swing open those doors knowing the man of mine was just outside.
My heart would beat and he confused my mind.
I would laugh happily as I invited him inside.
A night of conversation true and deep.
Moments of lovemaking and then he would sleep.
I played with his hair and held his body with such hope.
It was my true happiness of knowing in these last few moments and the minutes until he awoke, he was mine and mine alone.
Time must pass as it always does.
He would leave just as he had come.
Quickly, gently and with no love.
He is my lost and forgotten ghost.

© Jamie Clay