Bare

The flame in my heart as it seems has stopped flickering.
I am in this room all alone tonight.
My soul is bare, my heart lays raw.
I can be seen as whole by no one,
except the walls which observe me now.

Your ghost it bellows as it licks the window frames.
You remember me for what, my naked body ?
When honestly naked has never been just about clothes,
but to add to that, an open and observable soul.

My hand pressed against my own pale cheek
brings back memories in a yawn.
Remember when your very hand would take the place of mine ?
If only I could have honesty in my mind,
That you loved me for what these walls see now..

Only then would I be able,
to peacefully sleep tonight.