Ghosting

The night you left
I took you in, sip after sip,
Built a haunted manor in my heart
to house your spirit crumbs,
And there I lived.

The night you left
I spent in letter-lost daze,
Cogs ethereal turning about,
But no hour was chimed
as to sleep I slipped.

The night you left
a mirror lay on the bed,
but my reflections had ceased,
I suppose you held a key
set beneath your skin.

The night you left
the door beckoned to pull,
Instead I dived, fear ran cold,
Evicted you drifted,
A dream on call.

That night you left
amidst the violenced show,
Infirmed at the first sign of sight,
Blind to the ghosts’ tepid arrival,
And smiling all the while.