Your voice is a ghost,

Whispering in the hollow chambers of my heart.

It warms my heart, yet it tears it apart.

You are the solace I crave, the dream I can not hold.

Your smile? A blade.

It carves through me -soft, slow, deliberate.

Each second near you is a knifes edge between bliss and despair.

For you are so close, yet so far.

Your laughter rises, light as spring,

Yet I am the winter it melts away.

My words crumble in your presence-
A sea of 'what-ifs' and 'almost's'.

I am adrift in this sea of 'what-ifs' yearning for something I know is out of reach.
I
could fill books with what I have left unsaid,

but every page would be blank.

You are art,
the kind that ruins its beholder.

I would stare for eternity,

Letting my own edges erode against the beauty of you.

I long to be your music, your favorite song -The one you play over and over again until it gave you all the strength you need.

When you cry, I fracture.

Your pain is an ocean,

And I am a shipwreck,

Adrift and useless,

Longing to piece myself together,
just to be your anchor.

You are the Sun,

but I am no Icarus.

I do not dare to fly too close,

I burn from below,

Content to be ash in your light.

I am here,
A shadow in your orbit,

Silent, Unseen, Aching-

Loving you in the only way ghosts can:

From a distance,

Forever