Raising Ghosts
Created | Updated Jan 28, 2002
It is so long since we made love,
since the stars shone in your eyes
and since I held your loving body in my arms.
Our love has died. Its cold ashes
colder than the space between the stars.
(That used to shine in your eyes).
And last night I gazed at him, and he was not you.
He kissed me, and he was not you.
I held him in my arms, and he was not you.
And deep inside me, he came,
but he was not you.
