Ghosts

All I have left are ghosts.

The ghost of my marriage

Anniversary mid October,

the ghost of my dad

died early November,

the ghost of my family

haunting the holidays,

and now the ghost of you

haunting my birthday

December 3

the last day I saw you.

Now everything

is just growing old and dying.

What I wouldn’t give

for one more hint of life,

one more hint of youth,

one more night with you.