Your Ghost
Mid day,
so tired and barely awake could i stay
I laid down the dog upon my lap
and together we took a brief nap.
Quick asleep I fell
and dreams began to tell
stories like a movie caste
reeled un-clear and tangled from my past.
The old apartment shared in town
but in the dream as now
you no longer anywhere around.
What faulty memories contrived
the moments you were at my side
to recall confusing thoughts of what was from what is
separating the how and why what was mine and his.
A parade of endless wandering in dreams
slipped and raced with names in misplaced streams
of conscious ponderings no longer real
demanding we hide everything we feel.
The ringing of the phone jolts the mind
stealing the dreams we once longed to find
perhaps the false reality was more kind.
Wide awake I wander down the hall
alone making coffee to erase the pall
but nothing brings me back to earlier times
wherein we shared love and a glass of wine.
Too late the passing of the day
to reconnect kinder words to say
and reignite the love that now is lost
glad to have paid its cost.
Settling in the reclining chair
I scan the room and swear I see you there
your ghost and I such a bonded pair.
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