The Visitor

by Maple Tree   Mar 4, 2017

A hint of cheap cologne wafted
along my bony spine,
bare feet mating with a
creaky, hardwood floor -

informed me
that I was not alone.

You wore a smug grin
upon your coffee stained chin,
and for my amusement
I laughed at the whiskery, dead expression
upon your face.

It was early for breakfast
and far too late for a midnight snack.

I buried my face within Columbia,
wrote a poem,
while you chatted about the past.

It's going to take some time for me to understand
the meaning of your presence-

(Is it normal for ghosts to visit before 7 am ?)


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  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, really liked this a lot. Nothing like having a spirit visiting you...I hope he behaves himself, lol...

  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Quite normal, Maple, lol

    Excellent write that does indeed have a certain atmosphere...

  • 1 year ago

    by Poetess

    I don't know, but this gave me chills!

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