C & K

My Ghost

Petrichor dreaming
a conversation with you
Ghost on my shoulder

Fall intensifies
Watching and scrolling all day
Forgotten website
A big blue button says, “Press”.
A laughing Jeanie appears.

the days grow shorter
we’ll be there on the weekend
free to dream our dreams

a longing for home
we return to our childhood
rose coloured glasses
artificial memories
a longing for something else

from sunrise to sunset
they painstakingly mapped out a plan
the event would be perfect

for five to seven hours
weeks on end of planning and pondering
losing sleep and grey hairs

from beginning to end
life taught you many lessons about perfection
the plan was no more

light rain starts and stops
to hear the heavy rainfall
distant memory
many cursed the rainy days
the cost of our ignorance

Looking for you in every grain of sand
I found you by the shade of an Olive Tree

Screaming your name towards heaven
You cannot be found amongst the bombs

Listening to the sound of the seashore
We were married to the smell of our roses

Crying over what remains of your body
I lost you by the remains of an Olive Tree

the song of the wine glass
forgetting why you exist

lost to the red swirling
finishing your sentences

while no one is looking
pouring another half-glass

living in the present
the song about forgetting

The last tree for sale
a successful promotion
Saw: busy at work

the contrast in the sky
grey clouds touch the soft lemon,
in the distance, fire becomes mauve

a day to celebrate life
chocolate eggs, meeting with family
in sombre contemplation for the dead

the voices of the dead
they echo from the wars and genocides
calling for an end to the horrors every day

the contrasting sky changes
grey clouds meet lemon and yellow hues
a peaceful transition to a slow autumn night