Ghosts in the Room
by joetwo
I see them sometimes
A glimmer, shadows in the corner of my eye
As if I were seeing reflections in the window
I always accept it at first
As if they were meant to be there
As they always had been
But I quickly do a double-take
And they disappear
Leaving the room, and my soul
Empty again
On good days
I dismiss it there and then
My mind playing tricks again
On bad days
I am back in my private hell
A seeming eternity
Waiting for a wife and child who will never return
Except for ghosts in the room
Vestiges of what was lost
I imagine this would happen for some, Joe….!
I know. Sad isn’t it!
Yes, it would be extremely sad…!