Ghosts - Nicole Dollanganger

The autumn wind carries all of the ghosts

They catch on me, and hide under his sheets

They make their nest in my clothing seams

Possessing my bones and my being

We waited 'til the morning where the sun did rise

But the moon still lingered in his weary eyes

Ghosts fill my head with such rotten things

And with the loneliness that the cold air brings

The room was dim, so I doubt that he could see

My cold, shaking hands and my reddened cheeks

A part of me wished to crawl under his sheets

But I sincerely doubted that we would sleep

So we waited 'til the morning where the sun did rise

But the moon still lingered in his weary eyes

Betraying a good heart to satisfy mine

But he’s a ghost I never thought I’d find