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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 11/10/2010 11:41:00 AM
When someone is "haunting" you this way, it's hard to focus on anything else. But whatever you do, Johnathon, don't sit numbly. Maybe you can direct your feelings toward someone more worthy. Very interesting poem! Love, Carolyn
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