Ghost of a Heart

I walk through this cemetery at night
Looking at the names on the tombstones
Searching, always searching, with faint lantern light
For the one that houses my fallen heart, its decease I condoned.
The love I had cherished and showed as if a trophy
Died with its master when she left me to battle my inner demons
Alone, because she could not handle the tears, the scars, or just simply me
I begged her to tell me why, to give me the reasons.
From that moment on, I have never looked at anyone the way I did before
Smiling timid, wary, smiles, reserved and afraid of love
But when I come here, I feel the ghost of the heart I adore
And its beating, however faint and ethereal, is enough.
I sit on a lone patch of ironically playful grass
And watch as it dances and sings around me
Taunting and haunting, though I wish it could last
But with each rising sun, it departs and leaves merely a kiss upon my cheek.
I miss the way it pounded behind my ribs
The feeling of beautiful ecstasy breathtaking
Making it easier, in this world, to live
When things become overwhelming.
As I leave the cemetery and look back one last time,
I smile slightly but am knocked backward by an invisible force
And as I lay on the ground, I feel a small, barely detectable beating; a feeling so sublime
That I let out a soft sob, my voice hoarse
With staggering happiness.
I go back home, tears relentlessly falling
I rummage through my room and find the mirror I tried to shatter,
Staring at the pink in my cheeks, the life in my eyes, both so appalling
As I hold close the ghost of my heart.