The Ghosts
Times given are approximate, but correct
They whisper around my legs, Ache through and ring hollow in my chest. A feeling of absence and I know he is gone and lost. Each one as special and beautiful as the last ghost that passed through me, leaving the inside of my chest bloodless and icy. I know, now, the exact moment it has happened Practice, practice makes perfect. October Nineteenth at one-twenty-two, Three-ten December Second, eight-oh-four April Eleventh....
