Kissing Ghosts

Done 2009 after a particular nasty break-up.

#2 pencil, Prismacolor pencils

(Accompanying Poem):

I guess she's your treasure now,
the thought whispers through my mind.
Emotion floods, hate and sorrow
In equal amounts.

I don't quite have the will
to confront it-
just more lines to say.
Hollow words on an empty stage.

The part I have to play
Is well known
And easy to slip into.
You don't realize I know.

Imagination and memory
Trickle, and then cascade into my mind.
What could. Should. Would have happened.
If only I had-?

The image fades with the understanding,
And I'm left,
alone,
Kissing ghosts in the rain.