He who no longer is.

He held my hand as we floated through the night
Like two ghosts in full bloom,
We were blessed to haunt the same road
We became the resident spirits of attraction
As his star shot across the sky
The star that only he witnessed,
though I still made a wish
that I would land gently
when his time came to leave me.
Though I found he never left
And is still with me
As I write this poem,
About a man with eyes like onyx
And lips that draw me near
Until Im too close to care
That I have responsibilities beyond his kiss.