You are alive on this paper
You are in my room
Holding my feet in your lap
And making me laugh

You are still in love with me
In my poetry
Still making love to a shade of me
That fades gingerly with each sight of sunlight

In real life
I cannot find you anywhere

So I put you in verse to feel close to you
To love the ghost of you
That still sleeps beside me

But when I wake you are never there
When I wake, I cannot find you anywhere