Sometimes I hear them in my ears
In the dark as I lie in my bed
The tinkle of words, the heat of a voice, the breath ghosting down the side of my neck
I remember them in the morning, the words getting louder with the sun’s morning light
They leave me afterwards
Carried by a wind that appears in my bedroom towards the mountain peak
Gentle breezes carassing my window, gently tapping, a promise to never leave
I still remember every word when the world falls away
A reminder, an alarm to never forget
TheGhostwife
Ghost Wife Poems 