Echoes Of The Dead

There are ghosts here.

Which means i miss you,

and all these stars 

are dead...

 i can still hear it,

in the quiet moments.

i can still hear you say

that you can't

go on loving me.

If you ever did.

that there are

too many pieces to carry

and the edges

are too sharp to hold. 

But what chance did i have?

You were the ocean

and i had driftwood bones