I measure my heartache with
Each pumpkin carved,
Each pie baked,
Each ornament hung on a tree,
Each Promise of all things new
That I celebrate with a Ghost.
I miss you in the rush of midnight
When the moon illuminates your pillow,
When all things are intimately sworn,
When I could clasp your hand in mine
My soul longs for you in grocery stores-
where boys buy bouquets of flowers.
In parks where happy couples smile.
You’ve been promised to me throughout life:
A prince to my rescue
A date to a dance
A man to hold
A trip to the movies
A proposition on a knee
A withered grouch on a porch
Yet here I am,
Searching the Earth’s reaches,
Racing against time.
Hoping beyond hope-
That I will feel your arms
Rest against your heartbeat
and hear those immortal words.
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