Ghost Lives, Dies Around

Touch me
so that
I know
you're alive,
though the
bitter truth
is that
you died.
Look at
me with
your eyes
open wide
while mine
stay shut
hiding what's
not fine.
I will
be content
to let
your ghost
haunt all
that I
once cherished,
now lost.
Dreams leave,
rise, fall
with all
else around,
to die
so loudly
as only
death resounds.