Ghosts

I'll miss you til the daylight
and dance with all your ghosts
like memories in motion
to which I freely host
I'll savour every droplet
you wielded with your lips
to craft the heavy goblet
from which each night I sip.

The times we held the riches
were taken by the breeze
as footprints in the sand dunes
are taken by the seas
I'll yearn to feel your presence
with every breath I take
and replay every memory
we never got to make

Yet should the tide's forgiveness
revise our footprints bold
the ground that once beheld them
will tell a tale untold
but every print... a memory
I'll always hold so close
yet keep you in the distance
and dance with all your ghosts