Ghost

On black nights fat with visions,
I wake in lucid spaces,
listen to the house crack and settle.
Outside, midnight traffic
moans like vagrant wraiths
rushing from past to future.

I used to walk with you
wrapped in my arms,
wailing bundle of promises.
Now I creak past your door
as you sleep wrapped
in solitary dreams.

I was your sun,
now a distant star
washed out by city lights.
I was thunder,
now rumbling white noise
drowned by the crowd's clamor.

When sky grays toward morning,
you will rise
like resurrected Lazarus.
I will fade into the photographs.

Let me haunt your thoughts still
in quiet interludes—
remember me in the day.