No more the warmth of your smile
waiting for me
behind
the door or
between the sheets; sharing body heat;
blood pulsing, hearts, random hearts beating
for each other in a cruel, cruel world**.
No more silences,
either callous or beautiful.
No more Blue-john stones & those future dreams
we
always secretly knew would never come
true.
No one knows who put the ice-pick through
the skull of Brontsein
& only we
know how it ended…
let us keep our secret, please, leave me
to my dreams
while you escape your fate
& be gifted that which you always
wanted
& History can be re-written…
** Randon Hearts -Laura-Jane Grace
Words for Ghosts 