Ghost Dancer

Poem about living with ghosts of the past.

A hellish prayer I embody
as you so innocently brush up against my torment.
A strangeness stirs
and through the glass I peer,
wiping at the chipped paint.
And I found you
dancing with my ghost
loosely bound
in a slight embrace.
Her hands mimic
as if to relent
though her shadow steps into you
and her breath glistens
in a weightless imprint.

And mine is a macabre loneliness.