Sometimes

-Sometimes-

Now, coming home

To a silent, dark house

With only the ghosts of the past

Left to greet me

You come to me sometimes

In the shadows

At the corner of my eye

A silent, still figure

Always looking past me

That I can never grasp

Though I reach for you

With all of my soul

Sometimes

This house is so quiet

As I lie in my cold bed

Gazing at the vacant space beside me

That once held my life

Sometimes

When I am in half sleep

I can hear faint traces

of your musical laughter

Which brings me awake

Startled

With fresh tears in my eyes

That sometimes seem endless in supply

I go through your things sometimes

Just to see

If everything is still there

I've become so afraid

Of losing something

And then losing another part of you

Each item a fountain of memories

Unto themselves

Sometimes

Candles brighten our room

The soft firelight

Casting their feeble glow

On my still form

As I sit in an uncomfortable chair

And read my old poetry

That at first

You were reluctant to receive

Accepting them mainly

Out of kindness

I still cannot find

Among the crude words

That seem so silly now

What it is that I wrote

That finally won your heart

Sometimes

I lie awake and listen

To your wind chimes

As a light wind caresses them

Outside our window

Cursing myself

That I survived and you did not

Sometimes I wonder

If I really survived at all