Ghost of my tears

  Ghost of my tears.

Ghost of my tears, left from long ago. Dried droplets of emotion no longer so.
  Trembling memories of the time I spent with you. And all the empty tissue boxes doing all that they could do.
  Ghastly images of flooded eyes, holding back trying not to cry. Of better times that was you and I, and wondering why we didn’t try,
  No more the tears that stream the cheeks, no more the noise of muffled howl. Only the ghosts of used to be, faded memories of an aching bowel.
  Gone the rattling chains of a love gone bad. Gone the days of feeling sad.
  Only the ghost of those tears remain, like a timeless song with no refrain. No more our song to part my lips, no more the tune we sing the same.
  Only the ghosts are left to fear. Only ghosts are left of my tears.

By GWRoggenbuck