Ghost

Walking along the damp Saturday suburban street
You're close enough for me to hear the tread of your feet
Ten yards behind you, my eyes drink in your perfection
Quintessence of boy, the deepest, darkest addiction

But then comes the junction, and in seconds, once more
That same pang of heartache felt so often before
You're gone, and I'm left with what hurts me the most
That all you can be is a beautiful ghost

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Yeah, I know it doesn't scan, but it's the best I can manage. I hope it conveys the emotion, if nothing else.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B