“girlfriends, like ghosts”
old girlfriends hang around like ghosts
even though married now, relatively staid kind of domestic life
the women appear like apparitions as I walk towards my car
or uninvited into the plots of my dreams
unfinished psychic business
sometimes smiling sometimes leering
everyone is present now
perhaps they are aspects of myself I cannot see
being male not particularly in touch with the woman inside of me
they haunt and give voice to unarticulated longing
they recall places I’ve yet to visit; parts of myself I’ve never met
odd kind of touchstones, particularly hard to grasp
if I could grab one, hold her close, make love to her
somehow the touching would make me whole
I don’t really crave an explanation
there is some perverse comfort in having them around
any company is better than no company
eventually I’ll join them among the dead
visit the dreams of those left behind
bind together the crack between the worlds..
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Sep. 07, 03:32:16 UTC
Lambertville, NJ
©2004, Angelo John Lewis
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