Visions Poem by David McLansky

I see you standing by the sink
Washing pot and dish,
Your tight grey slacks makes me think,
Someday you'll be a wish;

You seem so calm and composed,
Sedately standing there,
You rinse the dishes with a hose,
I sitting in my chair;

You are a phantom, a living ghost,
One year too soon departed;
I think I loved you, yes, the most,
But you'll leave me broken hearted;

Discontent, I sit my chair
And watch my waking scene,
Too soon I'll sit beyond repair,
Delusional in my dreams.