Gypsy’s Ghost

We used to frolic in my bed ’til midnight,

When you would fade away into the stars.

Tender, loving sweat and moans,

Under a fog bank of pot smoke and your soft breath.

I miss the games we played.

We had so little time together from the start and in the tragic end,

But we made our jinxed moment last forever,

Pressed between our warm bodies.

Yeah, I miss the games we played.

I can still smell you on everything I wore and everything we shared.

With our eyes we touched for hours past long ago.

Even as the picture of your face dims in the murky depths of bittersweet memory,

This pain remains unbearable.

Girl, I miss the games we played.

I would never give up meeting you,

But I’d gladly give up the loss that followed right behind.

I don’t think I’ll ever sleep again without you giggling naked in my arms.

God, I miss the games we played.

You remember what I always said?

“One day we’ll grow up and never be happy again”?

Now I’m shivering, aged, and frail, but your boundless youth…

Remains eternal.

Damn, I miss the games we played.

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~ by Jesse Stonefield on September 14, 2014.

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