Look at the ghost your sex made

I miss your possession
I thought I could do better,
I thought giving up your ghost
Would bring me back from the dead
But now I'm a shadow
Hiding in the closet
Where all my mistakes are kept
I wish you were here again
But the way I threw you away
Like I didn't even care
I did darling
I promise
I miss the whispers
And the caresses
I miss the tongues
The teeth
The lips
That made me love you
And gave me what I found to be
The ghost of you and me


*Footnote- This is going in the erotic section, not the normal type of poem to be thrown in there amongst all the ones about blowjobs and what-not but this is rather about me missing the side of him that came about when we slept together, it's about how I miss the intimacy, not the man himself, well I do to some extent, but I know that we didn't crave each other like we wanted to. Giving him up was the worst mistake I've ever made, but I know it was the right one. I hope it was the right one. Without him I'm reduced, I'm nothing. But it's the same when I'm with him, so I guess I should be able to carry on*