I am a ghost.

Once lush and full,

I am now lost-empty-

floating through

the rooms of my memories

past.

 

I am no one,  I

am here, invisible,

filled and fueled only

on images of a finer day

which once held me

tightly in its arms.

To each room,

 

I am but scenery,

or rather, a

soft breath disturbing

crisp, sweet, putrid

air, in each pressing moment.