Most times

The world ticks on

As though

It never happened 

And maybe 

You’re

Still there 

And other times

It’s back 

Behind the eyes

Bashing at the heart 

Or behind it

Somewhere at least

Rattling the rib cage

And I can see

Where you stood

Where you slept

Your ghost 

I guess

Except at least 

If there was a ghost

I might 

Entertain at least 

The idea

That you were still 

There

Or here

But you

Are not

Only in my head 

And my heart 

And my memory 

And yet 

That is not enough 

But the tears 

Will not bring you 

Back

And so they

Stay away 

As do you 

And in the morning 

I won’t feel this way

Until 

Next time 

And the time 

After 

So inside 

I cry 

Invisible tears

Whilst my face carries

On 

With the secret 

pretense 

That everything is ok

This world doesn’t care

It carries on anyway 

And no shadows 

Will bring you

Back

No matter 

How they

May 

Pretend 

And so it goes on

As it must 

And as we do 

Til death 

Us do 

Part