I’ve been haunted by a ghost every night since you left.
He shows up only when my thoughts have quieted.
He looks like possibility, and sounds just like you.
You were inconsistent, and especially dismissive.
I found your polo shirts annoying, and your attachment to your “boys” unappealing.
You took up all of the space in the room with your obnoxious laugh.
That laugh…
it’s taken-up permanent residence in my mind and haunts me in the in my moments of quiet.
To drown it out, I think about how the sun touches down on the earth, kissing her daily
…and how warm that unfailing embrace must feel.
I wonder if the earth misses the sun in the dark of winter as much as I miss your obnoxious laugh in the silence of night.
