ghost girl
like she was never there
breathing in whispers, breathing rose petals
haunted by the memories of those things she can never change

this is the part where she consumes herself again
there's more than enough to go around
to sustain a spectral presence

that's all it's ever been
veiled words, half-seen glances
a touch as sheer as winter blush
a kiss paper-thin like dragonfly wings

the faintest scent of roses disappearing around a corner
traces of scarlet ribbon drifting in the breeze
with the brittle autumn leaves
a curl of smoke drifting past your cheek
burning away in the glare of headlights on a midnight highway

and that's all there will ever be
until her fingertips are bone-cold
too late for salvage, too soon for burial

my god there is no end to the falling

but still

no love was ever so great as this

2007-11-05