You tell me
the only boy
you ever loved
was when
you were 13.
He was 14
and you were inseparable
until he was
18
& fell in love
with the girl next door
who wasn’t
you.
You never
got
over it
always loved him still
“...and always
(God forgive me)
hating her! ”
“Hated their
married bliss
two kids
who looked just
like him! ”
Guilt
driving you to become a recluse
(never leaving the house)
when the car
they were travelling in
crashed into
a telegraph pole.
“All dead...all dead
except for the little girl
who died the next week! ”
“God forgive me...forgive me! ”
Old lady
in a bed
whose name
unknown
stopping me
in my passing
refusing to let
go of me
until a nurse
prises her loose.
“His name
was Jim! ”
“Jim...Jim! ”
she cries to herself.
“Shhhh! ”
I soothe her.
“I’m here! ”
“Jim? ”
she asks.
“Yes...it’s me! ”
I lie
telling the truth.
“It’s me! ”
She falls asleep.
I only let go
of her hand
when she snores.
A ghost
visiting a ghost.
I walk away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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