Poetry

Haunting

Sometimes I dream

that I am back in that house we fell in love in.

The one that was business and then home.

The one around the corner from where we began 

still I know can not return to.

It was the place I left to build a life with you.

Once I felt safe to do so but you came back full circle.

We wound up tight in knots and back in beginnings.

If I could return and never leave that place with you perhaps my heart would be less torn and I could be whole again…create an ending that was respectable.


You still haunt me.

Even after months of hiding.

Your words and your face pass before me.

Every memory is turmoil.

Intense and confused you always leave me.

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