Love Ghost

How do you tell when your love has become ghost?
Soft and airy to the touch
but not concrete enough to be held or cherished?
How do you protect that love
from drifting in the winds
because its recipient chose to look elsewhere?
The warm southern winds have blown
the unanchored love ghost
adrift in the sea
of unsurety,
the sky has darkened
from it's sunny rays
since the cloud cover of another,
always another,
has appeared.