Ghosts

Standing like a sentinel
against the buffeting wind
stoically looking into the sky
daring the clouds to cry
I stand here still
waiting for a reply
to my plea...don't leave me

The grass grows over my feet
the leaves cascade from the tree
bury me in grey brown and yellow
shrouds of sorrow and grief
still I wait for you
Come back my love
I want you so ...

Through the skies and sun
the indifferent planets
the terrifying broody galaxy
dead quiet Maya
I traverse
sorrow personified
the breakup, is my death trap.