Where have they gone?
Ghost people.
Some who said hello
and kissed me
and said “I love you.”
– and said goodbye
... or did I, or did we?
and some died or perhaps
were never really here.
Yet, they seemed as real
as you, my dear,
before the losses and
the moribund sense
of how they felt
and smelled and,
oh God yes,
how they loved,
... made love.
Before the insidious
dissipation of all that was
vital and extraordinary
and ... adored,
before our hearts
began to die.
Will you become
a ghost, my dear?
Copyright 2007 Robert D. McKinley
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