my “nipa” hut

waited far too long

to welcome you

a ghost that haunted

my tortured sleep.

 

desperately, I wanted

more than a shadow

of this carefree ghost

whose air I breathed

confined in the dark room

of this forgotten hut…..

my bedroom.

 

but this bed badly ached

for an elusive dream

that you couldn’t be

sadly, I knew that.

 

how many more days

would I endure this torment

the nights were far longer

as minutes moved in circles,

I hated my skin of solitude

but touching this bed

was the only memory I had.

 

the pain burned

deep on my pillows

as the lure of your spell

faded every hour

where everyday melted

painfully with time.

 

woefully, the wrecked walls

have learned what silence was

as the door shut itself

your handsome face

blurred and disfigured,

finally joined the funeral

of my lost memories.

 

This is a free verse to reflect my musings on ghost memories of a distant past, ( part conjecture and part truth).  Minimum capitalization and punctuation. just letting the words rush over the readers.