
I´ve been saying goodbye for years.
So why won´t you go?
You are dead.
And we´d been divorced for 12 years.
How is it you reppear,
uninvited, presumptuous, self- centered
as always,
content to show up in my mind´s eye-
there, under those almond trees
where we rode our bikes on my 20 th birthday,
in the Italian countryside;
or sliding up beside me
al traffic ligths,
a phantom with your pale hair,
reddish beard, round face?
I´m sorry.
I´m tired of these ghostly visitations
Go now.
Rest.
I forgive you.
What the dead do, Cher Holt- Fortin, robado de Regrests Only. Edited by Martha Manno.
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Oh Gaby that’s an amazing photo where did you find it? 🙂