Day Ninety-eight

Today's words;

Ghost

Passport

Cry

Seasick

Cocktail

Spring

After you left me I was just a ghost

Of my former self. I looked nothing like my passport

Photo. I'd sit around all day and cry.

I always felt vaguely seasick,

But would have another cocktail anyway.

I hated the thought of spring

And new life. But spring

Did come. I got a tattoo of a ghost

So I'd always have someone to talk to or share a cockail

With. I traveled and got new stamps on my passport.

I even took a cruise and didn't get seasick.

I'd only cry

Every other day. But cry

I still did, even though it was spring

And I'd stopped feeling seasick

All the time. I was still haunted by your ghost

Even though I was using my passport

To escape the cocktail

Of hurt and deceit you'd served me, a cocktail

Intended to make me cry.

Well it worked. Even those stamps on my passport

Couldn't erase the memories of that spring

We'd spent in Greece or the ghost

Of our relationship. I was so seasick

On that ferry coming back from Paros. I'd never been seasick

Before.  It's worse than what any cocktail

Binge can do to you. I wanted to die and become a ghost.

Yes, it made me cry,

But that didn't help.  Next spring

I'll get a new passport

So I won't be reminded of our past trips, like on my current passport.

I won't feel seasick

From thinking of you. Next spring

I'll enjoy a new cocktail

Of new experiences and I won't cry.

The only ghost

Will be my tattoo. With a fresh passport and the right cocktail

A girl can do anything, and any boy who'd make her feel seasick or cry

On a beautiful spring day deserves to be turned into a ghost.