The Ghost
Sharp staccato breaths stab my lungs. It's not the first time you've left me breathless. I know it won't be the last. I choke on the pain that rises to the back of my throat as I reach for you. Intangible. I spent my life searching for you. I plunged into the depth of the oceans and tackled the waves as I crossed them. Climbed and conquered mountains alone in the dark. I've collected scars that I visit like old friends. We reminisce of the good times and the bad. Everyone tol