Eulogy for Two

You have become a ghost

Drifting through the corridors of my reasoning.

A spectral hodgepodge made up of laughs and kisses and gifts and love

But also of fights and tears and silence

A reminder of what we were, what I had

And why you left.

A ghostly white wail echoing down the hall behind me

And in front of me.

I use to think you were it. The grand finale of this story

The port I come home to after years at sea.

You may not have been The End.

But you were certainly a Dead End.