We argue
over something
we should not
that(possibly)
in time will be forgot...
but then
cut us apart
with the blindness of bitterness.
You stand
as if stranded
(in another dimension)
trapped in the window’s
reflection.
Traffic passes
through you
People walk
in & out of you
you stand
like a ghost
both inside
(& outside)
the room at the same time
the roaring fire
transported to the bus stop
offers no
warmth
coldly
it burns.
It is
as if
I am seeing
you dead
your ghost
come back to haunt
my hurtful words.
I close the curtains
with a theatrical flourish
& the ghost world
is banished.
Vanishes.
I take
the real you
in my arms
kiss you kiss you
(tears in my eyes)
“Oh love...I’m so...sorry! ”
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghost-world/
