February 21, 2013

Ghost


I did not accept
until I could feel
your presence,
just beyond my periphery,
sitting somewhere near
as I drove, even then
I could not say
where you were,
but sensed more when
you went away,
to haunt others,
I suppose, though
I doubt as well
as you haunt me.
It's a comfort
to know you are
sometimes there,
exactly where
I cannot see,
just somewhere
close, feeling
at last you've
returned, after
a decent interlude,
as if even death itself
could not intrude.

2/18/13