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The Ghosts of Love



The Ghosts of Love
By watersfire on 01/12/2011
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The restless body wakes up in the morning .
It looks over with hope to see her lying beside him.
He sees that the void occupies the space for his hope.
He lazily gets up and turns on the lights which are dim.
The man dresses as if he expects company.

After he dresses he looks in the mirror.
He jumps as he sees an apparition of her.
She walks up behind him and puts her arms around him.
Then he turns around and finds no one there.
He turns back to the mirror with a tear.

He leaves the room to go and eat breakfast.
As he does so he catches a shadow out of the corner of his eye.
The shadow follows him like a puppy.
For he pores a bowl of cereal for him and for the shy.
He eats his bowl gone while the other bowl is untouched.

As he places the bowl in the sink he hears a knocking at the door.
He approaches the door pauses and then opens it.
He says to himself “just as I had expected no one”
Turning around he spots a chair and in it he sits.
As he stares out the window he sees another womanly figure.

The womanly figure stares back at him and then moves toward the door.
As she does this he stands up as if he is going to answer the knocking.
He hears the knocking on the door and answers it quickly.
Only to find know one there he thinks someone is mocking.
He slams the door in anger and goes back into his room.

As he walks in he sees another figure in his bed.
He moves toward her to touch her to check for reality.
She stands up and moves toward him slowly.
He reaches out and touches her and feels the skin its reality!
She says to him I must leave and dissipates into thin air.

The restless body of the man undresses for sleep.
He lays down on the bed.
Thinking of everything that has happened today.
As he lays there a voice fills his head.
And he thinks to himself as sleep hits this must be real.


© By watersfire On 1/12/2011 7:12:27 PM
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