October's Ghost

Here I stand, my northern post

Haunted by October’s ghosts

The shriek of shattered glass

Caused by the spirit of lover’s past

Sounds of my heart, it’s still breaking

But I’ve embraced this eternal aching

To this bunker, I am banished

The Northern edge of the world

Bewitched by the phantoms

Of all of My “Lost Girls”

But there’s no reason, really

                                                To haunt me then

For I shall never,

      Truly

                                                Love again