The grey ghosts of loves passed
linger near us all the time
but cannot touch
the new loves growing vine.
They can only watch from afar
at the new shapes forming
leaving old pastures behind.
They linger in the darkness
hoping one day to again
relive and capture their time
these ghosts of loves passed.

David Harris

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghosts-of-loves-passed/