Her Ghost

Her sketch of me
On a bar napkin
Hanging on the wall

The chessboard
Sitting
Unused
Each piece
As still as a photograph

The guitar silent
And the song
I played her
Long since ended

The bottle of wine
Unopened

And a small pile of
Barroom napkins
With little notes
Scribbled
In blue ink
Sitting
On the Chessboard
Unread
Having been read too much

And her ghost
Is Everywhere