Letter to a Ghost

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Letter to a Ghost

Had I not dreamed your death, I would have praised this day.
Your name rests in a wooden box on a desk

in a room far away and twice as old as we were then.
My penance in this phase: to continue.

I gather words close and refrain from admissions.
The clock on the wall seldom chimes,

like one whose vows circumvent convenience, or
a shade allowing the barest sliver of light

through the window. That tock preceding
a long silence. Snow blanketing the mounded earth.

Your scent never lingers past sleep, where you remain.
At last I no longer covet those sheets you’ve shared.

Your name rests in a box. I gather words and refrain.

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My Halloween contribution. “Letter to a Ghost” appeared here twice in 2016.

17 thoughts on “Letter to a Ghost

  1. So so good! As always! I wish I could say something more in my comments but I’m always just so impressed by your writing. When I read this through a second time I read it out loud and it’s just brilliant. Happy Halloween! 🎃

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