sometimes i trip over
the ghost of you
as i pass by an old haunt
your essence overcomes me
the taste of your tongue, sweet
when it wasn't busy
being sharp
a flash of you behind your shades
hiding from my truth
draped in your passive aggression
and button down shirt
the postcard from beyond the sea
how thoughtful
a man with a love affair of words
so spare
i sold your ghost on ebay
tore our Kodak moments
and fed them to the hungry fire
but it's the fire i can't put out
that douses me
your arms folded now
where i used to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the last two lines are a keeper...great imagery and metaphor...good write...Coach