Ghost

Ghost There’s a need for you to move on. Rattling my cupboards random. Moving objects, obsessively distracting. To cast out tempting visions So I can focus, on these days Time tells me though, I’m due for your apparition That hovers above my brow Haunting my steady darkness Keeping me from real sleep Most are residual smiles Wind in your ground-leaf hair Both laughing till tears Music discreetly playing to open road I often reach to caress Passing right through to loneliness Fear-realizing the granted-taken You tech. whisper “missing you” But a tease of evidence If I sit, numb You fade till night A realization Your oblivious, you haunt.