The Ghost of an Indifferent Heart by Dave Dutton-Fraser



You always found answers to the questions I never asked.

You pleaded for my love but in your heart placed me last.

Even after you deceived me, you were all that I ever wanted.

Strange you’re a ghost in my heart yet I never feel haunted


My love for you has not died, only my lust and desire.

Your transparent lies smothered all my heart’s fire.

It is a strange kind of love, truly a love like no other,

Yet not as I would feel for a sister, an aunt or my mother.


Oh in drunken desperation you would well quell my lust

If I cared as little for my wallet as you did for my trust.

You can’t be my friend and I hope you never date my “brothers”.

Why then when I reminisce are you the first among my lovers?


You truly made an impact on my life, you’re such an epic disaster,

Yet I feel no great need for vengeance or to become your master.

Still it’s folly to hope from my mind and soul you’ve vanished;

You’re a ghost of my heart, but how is that spectre banished?


If you ever call that you need me and I can guarantee that you will,

I will come at your command though I must swallow love’s bitter pill.

And the water I wash down that pill with will also be your sign

That you have been haunted too and I’ll know that ghost is mine.



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