I think I saw your ghost in his smile
Twin rows of gleaming porcelain,
The familiar gnawing of hungry pain.
You called my name in his voice
A wayward love song finding
its way back to an empty home.
Confusion clouds the assembly line of my thoughts
Once precise gears in perpetual motion
Mastering the art of not remembering.
You perfected skill of Disappearing
As the sun casts the shortest shadow
His fingers send small clumsy currents
From my arms to my eyes, developing
Photographs of unwelcome memories
From a time borrowed and never paid back.
My eyes remain open, I no longer look for you.
The sun is low and the shadows long
But where one once stood, now
Two people, two shadows are walking.
This is my entry for dVerse Open Link Night, it’s such a shame that I am in a completely different timezone so I am quite late in posting. Unless I attune my body clock to their time! I hope someone comes and takes a look! (image taken at the ArtScience Museum’s Van Gogh Alive exhibit)