Ghost
Posted: 29 Oct 2018, 09:37
Ghost
Last year I caught sight of you
at Christmas in the mall, far ahead in the crowd.
I shouted your name.
You turned briefly towards me,
your prominent nose
as recognizable as Mozart’s
in the portrait of him
hung above your basement piano.
You vanished, merging
with the surging crowd.
I pushed my way past
shoulders and handbags, but you were gone.
Even now I catch glimpses of you:
a light flicking past
the kitchen window,
a stirring of air as you brush by.
Or that unforgettable Friday,
the sound of water running
when I got home, the rug
by the tub wet
as if you had just
stepped out.
Last year I caught sight of you
at Christmas in the mall, far ahead in the crowd.
I shouted your name.
You turned briefly towards me,
your prominent nose
as recognizable as Mozart’s
in the portrait of him
hung above your basement piano.
You vanished, merging
with the surging crowd.
I pushed my way past
shoulders and handbags, but you were gone.
Even now I catch glimpses of you:
a light flicking past
the kitchen window,
a stirring of air as you brush by.
Or that unforgettable Friday,
the sound of water running
when I got home, the rug
by the tub wet
as if you had just
stepped out.