Lost in the flicker,
of a blue-gold candle flame,
as night's ebony shadows dance upon my walls,
and flames ebb and wane atop, the ashes in my heart,
I find my warmth in, eiderdown, so soft it stills my soul.
I raise the ruby red claret to my lips and drink a toast to you.
I speak as if you could hear me, with brittle words and painfully worded silences.
I know as sure as I know that bitter winds blow beyond this window, that you have ceased to suffer with longing for me.
I am just a ghost who no longer haunts you in daylight or in tortured dreams.
My specter lingers in your presence whether you feel me or not; I can still search your eyes in the darkness, can't you feel me there?
Across the miles, my body still aches for you,
and, love, after all this time,
I don't think it can get any lonelier than this...
(i'll be here waiting. just give me a call anytime you need me, and i'll be there by your side.)
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