Apparition Standing

A poem about strained relationships.

Apparition standing. 

The silence in these rooms. 

We tip toe through the hall 

around queries, 

spaces we fell between.

We think too much- 

Speak not enough. 

 

Apparition standing. 

Broken ships lie 

beneath the sea of Cortez. 

His displeased ancestors. 

When a virtual world crumbles 

we rebuild new lines of code.

Not so easy in real life. 

 

Apparition standing. 

Path rising between us. 

Shared Celtic eyes glancing. 

Ruts and pot holes filled with treasure. 

Emerald rain-tears, 

shattered hearts. 

 

Apparition standing

in the kitchen. 

Empty milk carton. 

All we ever taught each other 

flash paper flame. 

This is all we have. 

Is this all we have?

© L. L. Kelly 2012