his voice spoke from the darkness,
sounding so much like yours
that for a moment I was fooled into believing
that you had morphed
your secret silent self into another incarnation
come to haunt me.
i must be careful not to project your shadow
onto this new voice.
it wouldn’t be right, it wouldn’t be fair.
he is not you, and how silly to think so,
since we both know there is no you really –
you are someone I clothed with thriftshop garments
from my own longing.
i want to give this man his chance
without prejudice – positive or negative,
yet i am afraid.
take yourself off, why don’t you,
and give me my swing at the pinãta of happiness.
© 2012 RC deWinter
Dismissing the ghost of a old lover.