Dancing with the Ghost
Beneath the now-incomplete roof
between the scattered walls
of memory and wood
the old radio lies in the dust
and fading light of summer
little left of feelings and thoughts
that were, could-have-been,
remaining in this house
I see you in the once-there-was room
shaded by the no-longer oak
inviting me to join in the silenced music
the radio only singing for you and the breeze
I stand and wait to hear
what you seem to hear
I close my eyes and lift my arms
My skirt shushing in the air, then,
I’m dancing with the ghost you are
NOTE- This was written for Poets Who Blog Interactive’s Poetic Synergy. Original line came from Sara in her poem Beloved.
