Tuesday, April 17, 2007
The Ghost of You
Two times I feel
The hair I loved to put my fingers through
And the furry blue coat with pockets to hold my hands
The other morning you took my breath away when you walked towards me
Tonight you were a ghost to remind me that you were gone
On a passing train you rode by like a blur
Like our years might become if I don’t take the time
Each time the hair, both times the jacket.
I wonder about the gifts you may have left me.
How you loved cats and now so do I.
And that I think of you each minute on my bike
And how I now really look into the eyes of those suffering on the street
and finally understand their pain.
My gut told me it was you tonight and that this should be a poem
And the hug I got tonight may have been from Aaron, but really it was you.
So I’ll wait until the next train, or while I ride my bike, and simply cherish the time
Because the day will come when you might really be gone
And I’ll have to start my search.