(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Knock! Knock!

It was like
a joke
gone wrong
or a forgotten ending.

“Knock knock! ”
said the door.

“Who’s there? ”
I answered.

It was you
or rather
the memory of you.

It just pushed
its way in

asking how I was
getting on

now that you were
gone.

“Fine! ”
(I lied)
“Fine! ”

The memory of you
...smiled.

It did everything
you used to do

set in your favorite chair
arms covering
your breasts

crossed heels
covering your sex

naked &
at the same time not

scattered underwear
everywhere

that I as usual
picked up

answering from
the darkened bedroom
in your bedroom voice

“I’m
in here! ”

Shouted from the loo
for a new loo roll

as if you were
a programmed hologram

from the deck of
the Starship Enterprise.

Highly illogical.

The memory of you
did everything

you do

except be

you

for real.

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Comments (2)

The Ghost of one Who isn't there... The air, filled with Perfumed hair... The silence... For no one is there... But me... Alone there.
Nice original way....to miss her....