I saw a ghost today,
and it looked a lot like you
I'd been clinging to the back of its shirt
you see, all this time I thought it was you
But this morning, I opened my eyes and gasped
without even moving its lips, the ghost spoke
'Ah, I see you're finally awake.'
'Who are you? '
'I am a fragment of your memories and disillusions.'
before I could respond,
the specter disintegrated into a thousand tiny crystals
and wafted away on the morning breeze
Dumbfounded, I sat there
reflecting on everything
I wondered, when did you leave me?
and how long have I been holding onto nothingness
Suddenly it all made sense,
no wonder I always felt so alone in your company
like trying to shake honey out of an empty honey-pot
this relationship has long since been empty
oh but when, when did we run out of honey?
when...?
This is so good! I realize it must be a genuine experience in your life which is vexed. You refer to disappointments; memories and disillusions and clinging to nothing. But this experience is so wayward, exciting, a real trip outside yourself, it is completely absorbing. But - It's not just a poem to excite my imagination. It's a slice of your life, an assessment of your real experience, and I hope writing it increases your strength and patience. You deserve a big turn in the path of life toward sheer happiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems taken from real life experience as the flow and depth are wonderful. Yeah, a break up leaves a long lasting scar in the mind and heart. Liked it.