Ghost

I could still feel her touch,
Like the air that she breathed.
There was pain in her heart,
Only I could perceive.

As the cold room darkened,
In the silence of sleep;
There were tears in my eyes,
In the vortex of grief.

Death whispered from a grave;
Only her scent remained.
Sometimes I ask myself,
If I could love again?

I'm a ghost in your dreams;
What do you see in me?
A life in the shadows,
Consumed by misery.

What is left? Only dust,
Upon a barren shore.
Abandoned by nature
In a turbulent war.