Ghost

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

 

 

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