A Half Dead Ghost

I remember his disinfectant smile,
though why, I cannot comprehend,
as you are the opposite of him with a laugh that could,
make leaves shake all the rain out of their branches,
and the moon follow you like a lapdog.

My fingers and toes,
and heart and nose are growing so goddamn cold,
with all the waiting.

We sing together,
but by together,
you sing and we listen,
eyes trained directly into yours.

Breathe, honey breathe,
because this racing is finally taking its toll
and my heart can't keep up with this pace.

isitso963
sorry meant to say descriptiveness

isitso963
love the description. awesome poem.