ThisIsNotALoveLetter

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.