Bruises Ghosts

you are something made of glass
dyed and placed in smoke
positioned perfectly to catch the light
glinting sunrays off your skin
you are a mirage

only now do I see
(through) you

melodies grasp at wisps
of your memory and threaten
to bring you back to me
to pull the cracks of you back
to my edges

only now do I know
it was always fog and mirrors

what I thought was skin
was not skin, and the heart
I gave did truly bleed and break
but when I miss you, what I miss
was only ever stage magic 

only now do I feel
the bruises ghosts can leave