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  • The Afterlife

    Standing in the grocery store
    Absently studying green grapes
    I hear you down the years, your voice calls me
    Where are you? Come back to bed...

    What do you want? I say it aloud
    To no one in particular
    Startling a haggard woman with a wide-eyed child
    who stands beside me in the produce aisle
    She pushes her cart away
    from the crazy woman who talks to ghosts

    Not all ghosts, only yours
    You haunt my waking hours, time and again
    The memory of your eyes and that slow, sad smile
    irresistible, you made me want you
    The curve between your neck and shoulder
    When day was done, I could finally rest

    You are gone, not dead, but just as gone
    My life is a near death experience
    So I ache for you, dissolving into darkness
    An apparition, ethereal, otherworldly
    Regenerating us, this afterlife
    the past and present merge
    and our bodies fold into each other
    Come back to bed
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