I knew you as a ghost
That’s what you seemed to be
Halfway in and halfway out
Of here, whatever this place is
On the edge of almost
But you?
You showed up in places
Now and then places
Enigmatically
Never quite committing
To reality
Still, you haunt me
I like it
I like the frisson of ripped
I like the weird in the wonder
The wonder of what goes on
In your stewed consciousness
When you think about me
When descent meets ascent
Inside the unframed glimmer
A corner of your eye
Almost but not quite catches
An intention of possibility
Thus, friction fractions
And we are left, bereft
Of might have beens
And almost was
Gone for dreaming
Everyone
David Trudel © 2013
