Your Ghost by Gary Garafola

Your Ghost

Why does your ghost attach itself to me

What raving aching delights it so

To lick at my fingers in fever’s chill

Billowing before my eyes in a fugue

How did your ghost get lodged in my marrow

Was I soulless and it sensed a vacancy

A place to reside possess obsess

The mirror shines back the curve of your face

Your noble nose and bilberry eyes

Will you devil me the rest of my days

So that neither of us needs be alone

But there are stranger places we call home

What lengths we traverse to finally return