Deep Thoughts

The park bench is wet
my jacket laid on top, I sit down.
The sun on my back feels so erotic.
I smile as I feel you with me, holding my hand.
I look out onto the pond
your hand moves slowly up and down my arm.
I take a gulp you you whisper “I love you”,
I melt and close my eyes, reinforcing the illusion:
You’re not really there, just in my head
How I long to feel you here, beside me again
Stroking, feeling, needing,
but all that’s here is your ghost.
Never leave me, my ghostly lover.