We were discreet.
Those nights where his ghost
would seek me out,
all hands and fumbling fingers.
In the press of lips,
of skin and tangy sweat,
he’d forget to care for a while,
and loose the thought of her
somewhere between my sheets,
until the morning
brought her back into the light,
and he would have to pick her up,
tuck her inside his heart,
and carry her round like a stone,
sinking further with every step.
There are some weights that never lift
and loves that never really die.
So today’s post is another poem I’m afraid. I seem to be bombarding you with them this week. It’s also another duel prompt response. I’ve taken the daily post prompt Ghost and SecretKeeper’s five word weekly work in prompt and jammed them together.
I’m hoping to spend the rest of the evening work on some flash fiction to get set up for posting over the next couple of days, so if you have time, please check out my flash fiction/short stories section and let me know what you think of the stuff there.
There’s an imaginary cup of tea in it for you!
But really, thank you for reading, it means the world to me.
Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
There is nothing wrong with trying a new format of expressing stories that aren’t in a longer version. Poems tell a story too.
I’ve actually written poetry for longer than flash fiction, just this week is seeing a lot of it. 🙂 Thanks for the comment.
Please don’t apologise for the poem… it’s beautiful!
I’m very glad you think so. 🙂
Great poem! 🙂
Lovely choice of words….. Very beautiful!
Thank you. 🙂
Lovely poem and I agree with what someone said earlier–this poem is very much like a story. Brief, beautifully written and poignant.